February 2012
15 posts
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
– Ernest Hemingway (via spektacular)
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s...”
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via fleshscars)
Girl Broken Down: 567. →
girlbrokendown:
If you would take my words, I’d give them to you willingly, hands stretched out flat with muddled letters sitting confused in my palms as I pass on my secrets that pour into yours, ours and between us whispers echo in empathy from the aching of bones because I had taught myself to not put so much…
“And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party. (via icarusincarnate)
January 2012
42 posts
“Even if we could turn back, we’d probably never end up where we started.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via 24ribs)
Girl Broken Down: 478. →
girlbrokendown:
If I could be anywhere in the world right now it would be with you in spoons because I miss playing with you hair, the tranquillity we found in those moments and I loved us then, insignificant moments that made three-hundred and sixty five days of sorrow something worthwhile, evaporating sadness…
andiwasthewind:
you miss having someone to talk to. you miss having someone who will be there no matter what. you miss having someone who will sit with you for hours and do nothing. you miss having someone that will do anything to have a good time. you miss having someone that will let you forget about them. you miss having someone who won’t mind. but you don’t miss me.
Haters gonna hate. Potatoes gonna potate. Waiters...
The Idiot Manifesto: Amputate →
theidiotmanifesto:
You left me lying alone, without you. Vanished into thin air, promised me That you would take care of my heart But you ate it, and left my lips to rot.
You haunt me, and I’m starving, dying For a taste of reality, I don’t want you, I don’t want you to hold me anymore, I am so lost, I am so…
September 2011.
sonhosdepoesia:
Run. Run before I hurt you, destroy you. Run. Run before I grow cold, distant. Run.
Because I’m not stable Not able To be functional. I will take you I will break you And I will leave you shattered.
Because I know nothing but Kill or be killed And I’ve been murdered too many times To let it happen again
Get out alive, Leave me behind. Let me go And
Run.
R u n . .
R u n...
mimikova:
carry me to bed lay me gently down then kiss me from your heart i need to feel it in my toes when you kiss me good that’s where it goes with hand like a sculptor fashion me in ecstasy and promise not to leaving me wanting more complete this task let me tremble in it’s fruition you are the one says my intuition splash not on the surface...
“The Cage
In the waking night
The forests have stopped growing
The shells are...”
– David Gascoyne (via cenophilia)
