betweeneverythingandtwo: pg-99: City of...
Romance is dead.
I just spent 20 minutes waiting for my bus with an 84 year old man telling me about the great love of his life and all the letters he used to write her despite his terrible penmanship. They don’t make them like they used to.
if i go too far, the road will become my home. if i stay too long, the weeds...
This evening I was informed that the older you become the less sleep your body needs as it decides to spend less time regenerating.. Given the amount of sleep I seem to be functioning on these days I suppose I am nearing my end.
Sending Icebergs: I bet he goes down on youthe way... →
sendingicebergs: I bet he goes down on you the way my lighter flame follows into my cigarette and burns the paper back when I breath in. I imagine your clothes peeling over your head and the exposure of your ribs the unhinging of your bra and how private it all is. He goes down on you I breath smoke …
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– J.D. Salinger (via nasturtiummm)
My $900 phone bill has been reduced by $150 as a good will gesture from the phone company… i propose the phone company should create some kind of free tumblr browsing deal so that my addiction doesnt cost me this much again in the future :(
modestmark: “snow” I just keep thinking the word maybe over and over again my head is starting to hurt and I’m so tired but maybe maybe maybe maybe it gets loud sometimes near to a scream then it bottoms out so quiet I start to think I can’t even hear it its not even there but maybe maybe maybe maybe its not going anywhere and neither am I.
Have you become my new wake up time…permanently? I hope not.
I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that...– Dave Eggers (via dolces)
you are like the snow only purer fleeter, like the rain only sweeter frailer...– e. e. cummings (via tokiwoki)
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.– George Carlin (via tokiwoki)