pavorst: I can’t help but get this feeling that we are missing out on the simple things. A lot of my life has been spent waiting. Waiting to grow up, waiting in queues, waiting for film to develop, for sugar to cool so that I can make candy. I’ve waited years for a single letter to arrive. And that moment that I have it in my hands, that precious small object that I’ve been built for, I feel...
Something within me is waking from long sleep, and I want to live and move...– Alan Paton (via emotional-algebra)
pavorst: In my lifetime, I will love you a thousand different ways. When we first met, I loved you as a friend. When we first held hands, I loved you a little more, I loved you in little kisses and I loved you in honey and tea. And even now, when you don’t love me and I am hollow, when your fingers are cold and missing from my skin, I still love you in a thousand different ways. I love you in...
7th Grade me: I will never smoke weed in my life
12th grade me: Bruh
If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.– Meister Eckhart (via lazyyogi)
ledasoul: [old lover] — how do your bones feel against your tendons without the fire? i can only imagine the way you speak about me to new bodies. “oh, the last girl was crazy. crazy, crazy. just plain awful.” reduce me to some thing you would never taste but you did and it filled you then, sir. but don’t remember even. there’s no need. you know that it was smooth against the skin in some way....
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writingsforwinter: It’s so hot that when our skin sticks together, even our sweat starts sweating. When I lived in New York and you lived in Georgia, you mailed me love notes in the form of used condoms, but only ones that had been used when you were with me. When I ask you if I can put kept living on my job application because it’s a daily career, you offer to be my reference. Sometimes I’m...
That’s what dries a writer up (we all dry up. That’s no insult to you in person)...– Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald dated 10 May 1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)
poetictears: you see most people have these fictional cliche expectations of the person they will spend their life with. we all expect these people we give ourselves too to fill these artificial obligations our minds have created because of what society says. but the truth is we all mess up and most of our hearts have been fucked and no one will ever fit these bullshit checklists you’ve created....
Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain.– Billie Holiday (via violentwavesofemotion)
poetictears: he may say that he loves you but does he know to be fragile with your glass bones and porcelain skin like i do? does he know about your apathetic words and to trust the look in your eyes more than the syllables from your lips anyone can proclaim their love just because they may be infatuated by your beauty but no one can understand the pattern at which you think and love you like i...
I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even...– Paul Auster (via 13neighbors)
“But in the real world, you couldnt really just split a family down the middle, mom on one side, dad the other, with the child equally divided between. It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn’t see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept...
Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way...– Sometimes When It’s Raining (Kat George)
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what...
Poor young man, there is no helping you. I discovered your great wound. You are...– Franz Kafka, A Country Doctor (via violentwavesofemotion)
Erykah Badu Interviews Kendrick Lamar
BADU: How do you choose chicks from backstage?
LAMAR: How do I choose chicks from backstage?
BADU: Yeah, what is the protocol?
LAMAR: I try not to. [laughs] I’m too scared. Anybody who knows me knows that I’m probably the most scared person when it comes to that because I’m so caught up in the act of sex, of something going crazy, going out of my control. I’m too paranoid.
BADU: [laughs] So you just pass?
LAMAR: I’ve got to because I’ve seen a situation where it got totally out of hand, where something seemed so innocent, and now this person has got allegations on them. It spooked me. This was before my career really started, though—before any “Kendrick Lamar.” And that right there? It changed my whole perception about certain things. I’ll always keep that in the back of my head.
BADU: So who is your asshole-checker?
LAMAR: Who is my what?
BADU: Your asshole-checker—the person in your crew or your family who let’s you know if you’re being a asshole.
LAMAR: I have two, actually. [both laugh] But the main one is a friend of mine—a lady friend who has known me since high school. She has always been someone, since day one, who has said something whenever I’m an asshole, or also if I’m doin’ something positive—but more so when I’m out of my element.
BADU: What’s your favorite cereal?
LAMAR: Fruity Pebbles. When people ask for my rider, they think I’m crazy: Fruity Pebbles, baked chicken, bottle of Hennessy, and some Polo socks.
BADU: What do you, as a man, envy about what it means to be a woman?
LAMAR: There’s just a certain knowledge instilled in a woman. There are these things that women have that men just can’t grasp: the understanding of love; the understanding of being; having a certain type of care in your heart and knowing when to be compassionate; knowing how to be a confidante…
BADU: That’s a good perspective. Something I envy that men have is that ability to grow a goatee. I think that’d be really hot on me.
stmadri: ‘The day unravels what the night has woven. When we awake each morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few fringes of the carpet of lived existence, as woven into us by forgetting. However, with our purposeful activity and, even more, our purposive remembering, each day unravels the web, the ornaments of forgetting..’
And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.– Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via simply-quotes)
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reptilianbrain: I want to kiss you and more. after the sun sets I count every mile between us. I know that one day you’ll be laying next to me but my fingertips are always burnt and blistered because I’m too eager, too impatient. I think that if you touched me, I’d melt because my knees are weak for you. just the way your voice tickles my skin is enough. I refuse to let anyone but you fill the...
They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.– Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via violentwavesofemotion)