June 2012
when I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. looking at them sideways, I examine them in different lights. my love for them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess. don’t move, I think. stay like that, let me have that.”
-margaret atwood,...
“Everything is more beautiful
because we’re doomed.
You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Iliad (via panda—)
“i would kill to be your clothes
cling to your body and hang from your bones
i...”
– (a poem for ruben)
“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live...”
– Haruki Murakami (via wingsforlashes)
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via limbes)
ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles...”
– Robert Frost (via shesinacoma)
