March 2012
“and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever...”
– Charles Bukowski (via wordstodieby)
I would really appreciate someone to lay next to in the dark during earth hour. I would really appreciate not feeling so alone.
When I was a little girl the first crush I remember having was on Kevin Arnold. At 25 I’m sipping tea and watching the pilot episode of the wonder years and realizing that my taste in men is not much different from those I crushed on as a child. Articulate brunettes constantly battling a narrative in their minds and total romantic idealists. Kevin Arnold and Winnie Cooper love forever.
Waking early on a Saturday morning after barely sleeping a wink on Friday night. All I want to do is go to the farmers markets and sit on the hill in the cool autumn air and drink fresh warm chai watching all the people and their dogs whilst listening to musicians. I want to buy boxes of fresh produce come home and cook delicious food and relax on my balcony. Instead I have to go to housing...
“In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or...”
– Rumi (via libraryland)
All consuming.
“My feelings for you shame me into silence. The truth of this and your name will...”
– Henry Rollins (via mindcontroltactics)
le-desespoir:
Late blooming seasons, the joyous couple, holding heads above water. Grandeur against the grain. “I know that smile.” I know you too well. An uncomfortable, weary tone. A stray touch, a shrugged acquaintance, contemptibility. Stay lost in translation. Grow fond, grow old. Maybe we’ll forget about ourselves. Maybe.
My tummy is in knots.
“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for...”
– Greta Garbo
“There is a moment—oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via blua)
