February 2009
Waiting.
6od:
For someone who keeps me occupied. Someone who can hold my focus for a little while. At least a while. Because no one else can. And I look inside of everyone, and I try to see if maybe there’s something I can hold on to, but for many there’s not. I’d like to stay still for a moment. I’d like to be able to open my eyes and not be surprised. I’d like to be able to close them and think of who...
January 2009
if you kissed me right now.
your sweet lips against my cigarette tounge. clashing for dominance and skin.
“Did you blush, then, when our hips touched? I can’t tell, you’re already red. Am...”
– (via underthesheets)
underthesheets:
I just feel like I’m not good enough for anyone I want. Or, that they just can’t see that I am good enough, and that I do deserve them, someone great.
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Johnathan Safran Foer (via apologies)
“I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
“you can love
love to death
until there’s
nothing left
but a
wristbone.
...”
– Charles Bukowski (via aggressive)
I'm afraid to sleep because I might dream about...
(via sleepanddream)
I don't like to be touched. And it takes all the...
iamsolomon
Being given reasons not to like someone.
(via whatannoysus)
“if i find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the...”
– C.S. Lewis
skeletons
potterspoet:
you’re scared of what you’ll find when you get to know me? when you get to know anyone? how do you survive? how do you live? wouldn’t it be easier just to say “it doesn’t matter what i find?” because you will find something. everyone has their skeletons. everyone is scary when you get down to it, down deep enough. no one is beautiful all the time, all the way through. no one is...
“I could be so good with you. And be good for you.”
– ‘carefully, carefully’ (via sleepanddream)
confession no. 20
saintnate:
I spend a lot of my day craving human contact. I literally go days without getting so much as a hug. Sometimes I feel like people forget about me.
So, I’d hop a train and hang out if you asked me to, even if you never expressed interest in doing that for me.
Guys, hugs are important. Make sure you hug your friends today. For me.
“I want to marry you because you are the first person I want to look at when I...”
– (via littlemiss)
“I’m complicated, sentimental, lovable, honest, loyal, decent, generous, likable,...”
– Jack Paar (via littlemiss)
hellovagina:
I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me. — Albert Camus, The Stranger