Member of The Internet Defense League Two-Way Monologues

When he offers his lips, go for his throat.

My nights are for over-thinking; my days are for over-sleeping.

I don’t know what I am, but it claws and clutches at me as if I am worth reaching.

Richard Krause, from Epigrams (via adderalldust)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via alonesomes)

When I make him laugh, I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Drew Barrymore (via elladenisovna)

(via langleav)

Emma is not a person. Emma is a place that you get stuck in. Emma is a pain that you cannot erase.

Justin Vernon (Bon Iver) on the album: For Emma, Forever Ago (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via langleav)

So here we are again: me being here and you being off the map and me sending it out across the wires and being overheard. You’re making me work for this—the whisper system—and that’s okay, too. I was shooting my mouth off and you called me on it and yes, it’s been the plan all along, my great invention, a place for all these voices to land, the airport of someone else’s listening.

Richard Siken, ‘The Long and Short of It’ (via lordmalak)

(via alonesomes)

Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

"That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam" - Carl Sagan.

(Source: africasinfrica, via fractioned)

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

Greta Garbo, (picture Show Magazine Interview, 1927)

(Source: mizenscen, via langleav)

What a mistake, saying the way I felt.

The Neighbourhood (via satans-ghost)

(Source: try-and-hold-on, via amouracher)

You wrecked me and
I apologized.

(via wowthing)

(Source: bridgetoteranarnia, via amouracher)

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via observando)

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via observando)

Words are powerful things. They can break hearts and get panties wet.

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via durianquotes)

(Source: durianseeds, via fuckyeahexistentialism)