“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 (via perfect)
(Source: vvolare, via extrvterrestre)
• 21 April 2014 • 5,136 notes
Billions of people, an infinitude of
possibilities and yet, here I am,
all alone and without reason for
• 20 April 2014 • 38 notes
“I remember standing in a field in Switzerland at dusk, surrounded by cows with bells around their necks, and reading John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” out loud from an open book I was holding in my hands, and I started to weep — weep is a better word for it than cry — and I remember the tears slowly streaming down my face, it was that beautiful to me, and I loved poetry that much. I was eighteen.”
— Mary Ruefle, from “I Remember, I Remember,” Madness, Rack, & Honey (via commovente)
• 20 April 2014 • 462 notes
“Life is made of ever so many partings welded together…”
— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
• 20 April 2014 • 229 notes
“The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.”
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss (via observando)
• 19 April 2014 • 993 notes
how many years has it been since a pre-going-out webcam photo guys?
• 19 April 2014 • 5 notes
I’m sorry georgia men must be obliterated at all costs!!!
That they must Sarah, that they must. All in due time.
• 19 April 2014
i swear to god ppl don’t value you unless you’re thin and good looking and fit their standard of beauty or intellect or asthetic appeal and it’s disgusting bc who cares who cares who cares who fucking cares about that shit like honestly just treat everyone around you with respect regardless of…
• 19 April 2014 • 9 notes
Yet again. I wonder what it is about my clothes or my demeanor that entitles disgusting piggish men who will never get laid in their lives to yell slut at me from the safety of their shitty automobiles.
• 19 April 2014 • 3 notes
I want a cat, an edible arrangement, and a friend w/ benefits
• 19 April 2014 • 17 notes
I went to Istanbul, a city surrounded by water, I met people who had never seen the sea. I filmed their first time.
From Voir la Mer (2011) by Sophie Calle.
(Source: goldenfever, via extrvterrestre)
• 19 April 2014 • 14,138 notes
“Thank you for loving me,
I’ll be sure to visit your
memory with flowers.”
— I’m sorry we ended this way. || Maza-Dohta (via maza-dohta)
• 19 April 2014 • 160 notes