But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I’m a speck of dust...– Sonya Sones (via flentes)
Make love to me in Spanish. Not with that other tongue. I want you juntito a...– Sandra Cisneros, Dulzura (via beach-coma)
YOU MIGHT FIND YOURSELF: ON SEEING THE 100%... →
youmightfindyourself: by Haruki Murakami One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either - must be near...
spicywalrus: Karen O, Trent Reznor, Atticus...
The Stages of Love
fleurishes: (I) When you’re young it’s your mother’s arms, that solace of fleshy comfort; your security blanket, your rock nestled in the middle of the sea. It’s her perfume, the soft powdery feel of her skin. It’s her hair, not yet cut out of frustration in the typical “mom” haircut; still long with love, still swinging between your grabbing hands. It’s her fingers setting sail on your...
vashti: Simon & Garfunkel - Bookends Theme
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In 100 years we’ll all be dead. That’s kinda creepy, if you think about it, but...– Richard Siken, Love From a Distance: Editor’s Pages (via fleurishes)
With each breath a curlicue of hair slowly descends around your ear and...– Michael Salcman, “One Asleep, One Not” (via atomiclanterns)
concocted: Serenata from Stravinsky’s Suite...
The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep...– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via mirroir)
Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone...– Iain Thomas (via 24ribs)
Airy foam and fairy form With white moonlight on her breast, Fairy form and...– Sea Foam, Christine Siebeneck Swayne (via milkwolves)
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world,...– Franz Kafka (via seabois)
I heard wind flaking sapphire, like this summer, And willows could not hold...– Hart Crane, from “Repose of Rivers,” in An Anthology of World Poetry (via seabois)
Upstairs, Downstairs and In Between →
I wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of...– J. Bradley (via seabois)
That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving. People keep on loving even if...– Camilla Gibb (via seabois)