enchant

"Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:21:20 -0400

“Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that.”

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

"You’re mine as I am yours. If we die, we die, but first we’ll live."

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:55:53 -0400

“You’re mine as I am yours. If we die, we die, but first we’ll live.”

- Ygritte to Jon Snow

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Mon, 13 May 2013 03:01:27 -0400

happy 18th birthday to me~

Mon, 13 May 2013 02:39:21 -0400

happy 18th birthday to me~

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Mon, 13 May 2013 01:59:09 -0400

"I. The first time your heart was torn from your chest, You thought you were dying. You knew you..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:42:16 -0400

“I.

The first time your heart was torn from your chest,
You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors
And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable.

Now look what you’ve done—
You can’t breathe so you write.
You can’t hurt so you drink rum and pour our pirate chanties.
You can’t want revenge so you leave.

II.

When I see you I have two thoughts:
You are the reason The Smith’s wrote songs,
And my god, you are beautiful.

You are so beautiful
Blinking stars go blind.

But I can see this is going to get ugly.
The metaphors don’t make you feel whole anymore.
You sell out your deepest insecurities for a handful of laughs.
This life has you wound so tight you make grandfather clocks look relaxed.
You hold your body like banks hold money—all locked up.
Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack.

But you’ve got it all wrong.

You don’t survive history.
History survives you.

There is no breakthrough without breakdown.

III.

If you’re going to break, shatter.
No explanations.
No limp-legged dog excuses.
No messing with this bullet proof vest fury
So popular with the cops and the presidents.

You’ve got to break like Texas.
You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart
And return it to your fists.
Fight your better judgment ‘till you’re sinister again,
‘till your body remembers what it already knows how to do—
bend back
and manifest grief.
Scream torches ‘till you embarrass the enlightened.

Please. No more polite conversations with your death wish.
Give it something useful to do.
Change your life.

Cause I can’t stand to see you like this.
So blue, my eyes turn green in your presence.
Listen—you are so beautiful,
Grass pushes through sidewalk cracks just to kiss your feet.

IV.

Maybe no one ever told you,
But the heart is a metaphor.
Yours is growing so strong
You’ll have your rhythm back any day now—

Loving like rumours spread.
Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits.
Living like you never forgot how.

”

- Mindy Nettifee, The First Time

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Mon, 13 May 2013 01:14:38 -0400

unironicgoth: my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my...

Mon, 13 May 2013 01:14:17 -0400

unironicgoth:

my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees

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Mon, 13 May 2013 01:14:02 -0400

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devonannasmith: Little Boxes Pencil on paper.

Wed, 08 May 2013 01:26:55 -0400

devonannasmith:

Little Boxes

Pencil on paper.

hipporacle: OH, HI. i want to paint you omg

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:45:47 -0400

hipporacle:

OH, HI.

i want to paint you omg

“Lemonade” CocoRosie It was Cinco de MayoPillow case on his...

Mon, 06 May 2013 23:19:35 -0400

“Lemonade” CocoRosie

It was Cinco de Mayo
Pillow case on his head
No more breathing time
An ambulance sped
Sped ‘round every corner
Calling out his name

I feel weak. Sleep would be nice.

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:57:01 -0400

I feel weak. Sleep would be nice.

sugarsickness: do this to me same

Sun, 05 May 2013 23:19:09 -0400

sugarsickness:

do this to me

same

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Sat, 04 May 2013 18:41:12 -0400

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