February 2012
145 posts
I am a honeybee, breaking your heart, broke mine enough to kill me. I let you feel my sting before my last bittersweet moments of flying. I thought I heard you say something about being undeserving, but this time not of a Love so great, but of a pain inflicted so selfishly. I think that you deserve some form of apology. So here I am, and here it is. I’m sorry. You were the balloon that...
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody.
pizza
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
spread the word.
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via summerlacedwithacid)
she's selling oranges by the freeway.
tonight i will be watching movie after movie alone because all my roommates left me and as sad is this may seem i’m pretty okay with it. let the laziness begin.
you’re my stray eyelash thought.
so excited
for the best summer of my life.
i wish i could fast forward.
all smiles today.
I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade Like ridin’ around on railcars and workin’ long days Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways Call it one drink too many Call it pride of a man But it don’t make no difference if you sit or you stand ‘Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin Yeah they both end in trouble and...
jean jacket days are good days.
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via kristyncanary)
“I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via dopatonin)
Anonymous asked: Why are you so pretty!?
i vowed to not watch fight club until i read the book.
i was at a small gathering and someone brought fight club up and i told them not to tell me what happens because im in the midst of reading the book and they did it anyways.
dick move.
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...