“Take me to the beach in the spring before the sun gets too hot and the shore is covered with people. Lay out a blanket and feel the cool April air move through our sweaters. Sunglasses and that new old feeling we always get when the trees begin to live again, and the birds rejoin the morning light. Hold my hand and sing to the soft cresting of the atlantic waves. Kiss my cheek, cool, and...
Under your skin the moon is alive: it may not... →
clavicola: it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, …
How old are you?
Because you certainly don’t act like your 23. You lack morals, class, you are socially incompetent, and clearly are incapable of taking responsibility for your actions. You want to act like a child, expect to be treated like one. I, being the adult woman, will laugh to myself like I do when my 2 year old cousin hides in a corner to defecate herself, because she doesn’t know any...
After I got across the road, I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that...– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via liquidnight)
Kossoy Sisters with Erik Darling I’ll Fly...
Eau entendo meu primeiro… Eau entendo isso e deficil, eu sou feliz sem voce. Eu nao sei o que fazer, eu nao sei o que dizer. A verdade e tudo tenho. Saudades-de tudo e de nada-é o que temos. A bom entendedor meia palavra basta.
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of...– Salvador Plascencia (via riversforstreets)
riversforstreets: Sway by Dean Martin
Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is...– The Misanthrope, Moliere
I realized this morning while laying in bed… I left our bed last night because I couldn’t sleep. I went upstairs and curled into a ball on the couch. I woke up to you squeezing onto the couch with your arms embracing me your lips kissing my neck. You didn’t care that you had to work in three hours, you just wanted to be with me. Shortly thereafter Preston realized the bed was...
I will take all of the amazing moments in my life, string them together, substitute you for everyone else, and create my own fairy tale.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body....– David Wojnarowicz (via clavicola)
“Regaining control. It has been way too long and I have let myself down. I can do this.” -GW
Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its...– Rainer Maria Rilke (via clavicola)
Linda was nine then, as I was, but we were in love…it had all the shadings and...– Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
Eram dois e belos e desejavam ser outra coisa; o amor tardava-lhes no tédio do...– Fernando Pessoa
I need to quell the idealistic, no, childish assumption that just because I want people to be good, worthy, and respectable does not make them so. Such people always find a way to prove me wrong and I end up being punished for my seemingly optimistic accusations.
“Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит… …Под ней проталины чернеют, И ветер криками изрыт, И чем случайней, тем вернее Слагаются стихи навзрыд.” -Pasternak