I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept...– John Steinbeck (via thatkindofwoman)
Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets...– Rachel Corrie, Let Me Stand Alone: The Journals of Rachel Corrie (via mirroir)
In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (via cuntented)
This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like...– Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (via distantheartbeats)
There's really only one way to deal with this SOPA...
myvenusdoomx3: We steal the Declaration of Independence.
You know what they say about eavesdroppers...
…or girls who hack into their ex-boyfriend’s Facebook accounts… Either/Or
Beauty in Random Occurrences: Obsession →
stephaniehartwig: You write lines of poetry on your body, curving against the blush of your forearm, trailing along the flat of your stomach, pressing into the hopeful skin of your thighs. Letters fade into the cavern of your palms, smoothed away by the movement of daily life. Lingering. Your breath ghosts out…
Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?– Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via millionsmillions) (via awritersruminations)