Did The Twin Flame Bruise Paint You Blue

He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.

And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.

“If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully.

And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.

“Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.”

“The Good Fight” Ada Limón, “Infinite Jest” David Foster Wallace, “Ophelia” John Everett Millais, “Red Doc” Anne Carson, “I wanted to be the knife” Sara Sutterlin, “A primer for the small weird loves” Richard Siken, “First memory” Louise Glück.

" Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to beat peace".

- Oscar Wilde,The Canterville Ghost

"all we are is skin and bone trained to get along" > "from when your brooklyn broke my skin and bone" > "is this the end of all the endings i think my broken bones are mending". THE PIPELINE

“and like the

moon, we must

go through

phases of

emptiness to feel

full again.”

Damn.....

“Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.”

— (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

not me romanticizing my classes and pretending I’m a novelist in the 18th century about to publish my first draft when in fact I am just sitting in my dorm with a blank Google Doc

I saw an article called “Make Peace With Your Unlived Life” and it really made me stop and think. So much of our lives is mourning for what we didn’t become. It’s a waste. We didn’t waste any opportunities. What came and went was not meant for us.

I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep