Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos) (via ryannjoy) (via quote-book) (via ipictureyouinthesun)
A woman once asked me: “What was your greatest time on earth?” And I said: “From...– Mel Brooks - What I’ve Learned (via shutupinternet) (via quote-book)
onlinejournals: I woke up dreaming about you. I looked up at the walls, saw all of the old pictures I’d taken of you and thought to myself, I don’t want to see you, don’t want to think of you. How silly, I’d just been dreaming of you. But I was sore because you were up and I was trundling along like trash in a gutter, kicked around and twisting in the heat of the city.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself...– Edna St. Vincent Millay (via mirrorsandfevers)
My body and your body.
yourwrite: Should always be next to each other.
And I’d study the science of you till I turned it into an art. The way...– I wrote this for you
We’re a city of aliens. Pretending to be people we’re not until we’re...– via: I wrote this for you. (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
Another reason why I love you:
You give me clarity, when I have lived my entire life in a state of confusion.
The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last— the...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via tersaudades) (via danaealexandra)
I am listening to Incubus.
And no, I’m not listening to that “Light Grenades” shit that everyone is pissing themselves over. If I have to hear “Dig” one more time, my brains are going to melt. Nonono, I’m listening to “Make Yourself”, and it is one of the best albums I’ve ever heard in my life. EVAR.
reblog if you break the law all the damn time.
blackhoodie: grapedrinkseventy: (via bringtheruckuss) Littering and Jaywalking. all the damn time
The Dresden Dolls-“Missed Me”
In The Secular Night by Margaret Atwood
buyhercandy: cankerbloxxom: In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It’s two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen, when the others were out somewhere, having a good time, or so you suspected, and you had to baby-sit. You took a large scoop of vanilla ice-cream and filled up the glass with grapejuice and...
iloveherepilogue: i will remember her: every time i drive by the stadium. i’d been avoiding it; i haven’t been there since that night. but last night, there i was, following my friend home. i cried the whole way. i talked to her out loud, told her i still loved her, even though she wasn’t there to hear me, and even though she hasn’t been to the stadium in over a month. she moved back to Queens,...
The supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.– D.H. Lawrence (via present) (via quote-book)
Living in a den of thieves.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in...– Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club (via appleonastick) (via wearetheweirdos) (via unicornology)
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.– Eduardo Galeano (via bellavita) (via bon-bon) (via samsally) (via unicornology)
Another reason why I love you:
The details of you; The way you look like a wild bird when you play your drums, about to fly away from me, and I just want to latch on to keep you from floating away.
words, mere words, how terrible they were, how clear, and vivid, and cruel, one...– oscar wilde, the picture of dorian grey (via nostalgiedelaboue)