I can’t take my eyes off of you.
It’s a Hollywood summer You’ll never believe the shitty thoughts I think Meet our friends out for dinner When I said what I said I didn’t mean anything We belong in a movie Try to hold it together ‘til our friends are gone We should swim in a fountain Do not want to disappoint anyone Now we’ll leave the silver city ‘cause all the silver girls ...
I wish I had all the right words to say. Or even just some of them.
Well I’d have danced like the Queen of the eyesores.
Scherezade by Richard Siken →
policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable. ...
So long as there’s one thing to hold onto, things will be okay. Thank you for being that one thing.
I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I promised I would be safe. I...
I carry your heart with me ( I carry it in my heart) I am never without it ( anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate ( for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world ( for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest...
Remembering to breathe in and out is very important. In-and-out-and-in-and-out-and-
You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...– Ofelia, Pan’s Labyrinth (via whygeorgie)
I am actually so completely and utterly in love it’s kind of revolting. (but I wouldn’t change a thing).
In twenty days I will be in New York. Mixed emotions about this.
Well I know that you know that you’re the only thing that I can stand.
phonetical: I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping. — D. Young
explore-blog: Stanford neuroscientists host the world’s first love competition, asking contestants between the ages of 10 and 75 to spend 5 minutes in an fMRI machine thinking deeply about the person they love. The results are certain to bring a tear to your eye. Complementary reading: 5 essential books on the psychology of love.
Today I am one of those odd (happy?) people who smile to themselves as they wander along. Life is better when you’re in it.
Fucked world is fucked.
Because even at your worst, you are fucking incredible.
Please don’t wander too far or push too hard.