(via beingkingly)


Someone had the dumb idea of trying to relegate us to the kitchen, which
is where all the knives are.

Valarie Solanas

(via literarynerd)

(via literarynerd)


poeticallyundead:

Oh, how you still make my heart pitter-patter, stutter, uttering broken bouts of longing and for naught but another frosty goodbye in time with a bitter sunrise.


aseaofquotes:

J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound

aseaofquotes:

J.R. Ward, Lover Unbound


Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
Josephine Hart (via electriccuriosity)

(via beingkingly)


Yesterday I decided that today I will give up on you. I will burn the origami dogs you made that I stole in a ceremonial fashion. I will no longer be as excited whenever I see you because you never look beyond what you can see. You never really bother to look at me. You were always all for those with slim faces, beautiful noses and straight teeth. I have none of them. Shallow bastard.

But today.

I forgot what I said and when you faced me and gave me four jelly snacks I wanted to hold your hand instead and look at your face. I want to touch you. I want to hold you in my arms. I want to memorize the feeling of your body against mine. I melt again. I want you again.

I hate that I smile just at the thought of it. I really really do.


The Boxer feat. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon
Jerry Douglas
Traveler

literarynerd:

yochloerose:

coketalk:

The Boxer (feat. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon) - Jerry Douglas

I can’t even imagine how earth-shatteringly beautiful this would be live.

My heart.

I can’t even.



Maxim Gorky, The Lower Depths and Other Plays

Maxim Gorky, The Lower Depths and Other Plays



Her skin the color of sweet, sweet honey. Her catlike but innocent eyes. She looks at my parted mouth. I inhale her breath. She ran her fingers through my hair and smiled. And when she kissed me I can only think of plush silk-covered pillows.