February 2012
june and after: likelava: you were summer storms,... →
likelava:
you were summer storms, you were swollen and sunburned, and i followed you where ever your lightening decided to strike. sometimes i tell people about you like it doesn’t hurt. like this isn’t hard. like it’s just lint, just loose change, some backyard apologies, some long lost…
I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
– Andy Warhol (via self-destructioniswhereitsat)
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
– Ernest Hemingway (A Farewell to Arms)
a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where...
– e.e.cummings (via lavandula)
godspeedtoyou:
never not funny
always
sunra:
In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.
Izumi Shikibu
All good books have one thing in common—they are truer than if they had really...
– Ernest Hemingway (via theskeletonofme)
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
– Pablo Neruda (via aclockworkorange)