Look what my joy created! Electricity!

weak knees

oh my winter heart. I inhale the fog, I gorge on tree marrow as flighty dark creatures entice me. I wait in anticipation to kiss the pale lips of the coming winter, never has there been a lover who has known me so thoroughly.

(via uhuhlala)

“ thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body

— Pablo Neruda

dealbreaker:

You Wear Tom’s Shoes

Would I bang a guy in Tom’s? Fuck no. Deal breaker. Sorry. And, it’s not just because they’re ugly fucking shoes.

I know you think you’re like helping the world because if you buy a pair then the company gives some kid in Africa a pair. Cool. I mean, you’re like so charitable and shit. Why don’t you give this African child a fucking meal or some clean drinking water or safe sex education, you twit?

Plus, I don’t like faux hippies. I don’t like real hippies but worse are the faux hippies. You think that just because you’re wearing Tom’s and you have one dread with a homemade bead that you’re some sort of New Age hippie for our generation. You’re not. Hippies were about peace and love and trying to garner change in a time of war and civil unrest. You’re wearing fucking Tom’s and taking pictures of fields of sunflowers with your Nikon whilst tweeting on your iPhone about how you’re gonna go home and make some homemade hummus.

Go take a shower, brush your hair and buy some proper shoes, asshole.

-Written by joellabella

truthfully I still think about things, and they still upset me. Sometimes I want to tell you what a stupid fuck I think you were for the whole thing. I think about you and her and it makes me want to break shit.

I cant get over this, I don’t know what else to do. Nothing has ever made me so insane

honeybee

I want to crawl under the covers and kiss him on the cheeks when its cold while the heat of his skin thaws my icy toes. I want to pick his hairs off my shirts forever. To be quiet next to him as our bodies turn to gold while the sun spreads like fire across the earth. I want to wear his shoes, put on his shirts and white rimmed glasses and see things the way he does. I want to kiss his hands as I pray for answers to come. I cover his eyes, I uncover his eyes. I meant that I wanted him to see things in a way he hadn’t before, or to see me in a way he hadn’t. I want to again kissing the freckled lips and ruffle the strawberry blond hair that reminds me of summer, taking solace in his strength. I want to return to summer where we dropped our clothes to our ankles. He held me in the river and I’d never felt so beautiful. The sun kissed me, the river kissed me, and so did he.

(Source: witchmountain)

in a house, half asleep

shady and cold. sometimes I don’t know what I want best.

I feel like the distance is pushed on me. At first it felt like therapy, but now all I feel is a void. Hum. I’m always the fickle one. I don’t know how to reach out when I need you most. I want to feel you reaching too