I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up...– Jim Morrison
I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when...– Phillip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
well, fuck me stupid.
Drowning in the Keys
The swell, a heaving motion and maternal in its ways, hugs sound beneath its curve and wraps bystanders in a shell of suffocating lust. From high to low the keys sing with color and sporadic precision, contradicting tracks of thought and peeling from its depths a cry as soft as a child woken from sleep. Its voice is heard from streets down and from across the coast; it’s strung with...
You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how...– Warsan Shire
Love is a passion for life shared with another person. You fall in love with a...– Terry Goodkind
reblog if it's okay to start talking to you
“Everything will be okay.” You told me gently, and with a single hand reaching to me, your fingers cupped around my neck, your thumb resting reassuringly in front of my ear. I only gazed onward into your paused face; surely you were waiting for my nodding smile. Intensely I felt in that moment a flash of sadness to your sincerity; perhaps I felt as though you were lying in order to...
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.– Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater (via floralnymph)