Listen. It’s morning. Soon I’ll see your hand reach for my watch, the water will agitate in the kettle, but listen. Traffic. I want your dreams first. And to slide my leg beneath yours before the day opens. Wait. We slept late. You’ll be moody, the phone
““A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.”
(via awweb)”—(via howtobeanartist)
“I cannot abandon the idea that a lot of people suck at what they do because they’re afraid to train. And I cannot abandon the idea that a lot of people are afraid to train because someone convinced them at a young age that they couldn’t do it, that they were failures. I heard it from my father growing up. “We can’t have anything. Everytime we try…” and the best thing that ever happened was when the abuse conditioning finally broke in my mother and she hauled all of us out of there and left the failure to his fate. You suck at your calling because you do not train and you do not train because someone convinced you it was hopeless. Well it’s not. So train. Movement is your calling, not wallowing.”—Stimie (via howitzerliterarysociety)
“I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.”—Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
a violet bruise on the backside of yesterday, fading into forgotten
and i am watching recordings of everything i don’t have, wonder how not to settle, a universe of unpaid dues an open tab, five open tabs of simultaneous possibility, none mine and the hit and wait for it to hurt, and stop when we tire of drinking in this mediocrity with all these things we could have been, not just
an accident, a fall short of something bigger, a grounded body
“It is a distinct craving
for air not yet smelled
and hills not yet climbed.
You are small,
you are nothing in
the scheme of it all.
That is comforting to me,
that you are merely a stone
pushed along in this river.”—Michelle K., Comforting. (via michellekpoems)
“She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’”—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via fusels)
“For her you were either one of her closest friends or you were no friend at all. She had neither time nor energy for the casual acquaintanceship. She craved the hard lock: two minds, hearts, and souls as one, nothing unsaid, nothing untold, nothing unsung. If you didn’t meet her standards she didn’t hold it against you — she just dismissed you from her mind.”—Linda Gray Sexton, from 45 Mercy Street: Anne Sexton (via auberginesheets)
“He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.”—I really want you to see this, and just understand. (via daizzle)