How inappropriate to call this planet earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.– Sir Arthur C. Clarke (via crookedindifference)
I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most...– Benedict Smith (via fabulousbitch69)
We are similar, and I don’t dispute that, but where you are full of insecurities manifesting as rage, I’m actually accomplishing things. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Try, at least, to be a good person, because you’re being fucking pathetic.
i never really liked my name much until i found out what it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up– Shane Koyczan, The Student (via loveyourchaos)
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via casimirpulaskiday)
My heart is virtuosic in the way it beats I don’t remember a time it wasn’t racing for tonic
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am...– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via senshuk)
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you...– Pablo Neruda (via loveyourchaos)
I don’t remember lighting this cigarette and I don’t remember if I’m here...– Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing (via loveyourchaos)
It’s still your eyes I imagine, As I rock myself against clothes from different lovers, Still your name I muffle with a hand, Still your fingers that touch me, even as ghosts. Your stares were always one degree too intense, An extra degree that made your gaze hurt to meet, And impossible to break away from. I’m still hanging from that look you gave me, before we had even kissed...
grasstafarian: Your mouth could do brutal things to my heart but you’re a risk I’m willing to fuck because I have a feeling your hands would do beautiful things to my thighs.
it's simple like a mountain is simple:... →
andrewgibby: I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch the game we make of…
When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind– (via loveyourchaos)
senshuk: Yasushi Yoshida - Staircase
You are flowers in my stomach. Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...– Elke River (via lovelessramblings)
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for...– Elm , Sylvia Plath (via marimaripoliana)