(Source: theandsign)

You take the things you love
and tear them apart,
or you pin them down with your body
and pretend they’re yours.

Richard Siken, from “A Primer for Small Weird Loves” (via hellanne)

12.09.14

[‘It’s a big world,’ said Isolde.] ‘We can go anywhere you want.’
Dan Wells, from Ruins (via the-final-sentence)

brintty:

microscopicexpressionism:

Microscopic Plant Cells.

Nature is magic.

You were the one who held his hand
after the fist fight that left his knuckles
like red wine on fresh-turned dirt.
All this time, and I always wanted to ask
if his blood on your hands
felt some kind of sacred.
I don’t think either of us were ever
any good for him.
Because you loved him bruised,
and I loved him bloody—
I know how it sounds, believe me, and
I have torn through rabbit holes
hunting for a better heart,
but I’ve got a weak spot for broken boys
and that
is my most disgusting feature.
You may not have loved him well,
but at least you loved him halfway whole.
Me? I would have kissed
the broken teeth from his mouth
and kept them all for myself.
I would have cracked open his crème brûlée chest
and eaten out the insides—
hung up his twisted x-rays on my walls
so I could never forget the look of a ruined heart.
I don’t break them myself, you see.
I just go collecting in the aftermath.
Grave robber for the still alive:
I may not kill anyone,
but I have never been afraid
to take what I need
to survive.

Ashe Vernon, ”Bad Habits (via latenightcornerstore)

(Source: nymerosarianne)

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via abeautifullifetime)

(Source: nuclearharvest)

It would have broken my heart if it hadn’t been so damn familiar. I guess I’d gotten numb to that sort of thing. I had heart-leather like walruses got blubber.
Junot Diaz, Drown (via anditslove)
Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.
Isaac Asimov (via wordsthat-speak)