March 2012
“I give my respect to those who’ve earned it; to everyone else I’m civil.”
– The Deep Blue Sea (via oldfilmsflicker)
“Look here Vita—throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on...”
– Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West (via leopoldgursky)
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...”
– T.S. Eliot (via lhommeabsurde)
“A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that...”
– Margaret Atwood (via align)
Acts of Intimacy
graceyeoh:
Cooking with them: Perhaps, the first indication that your relationship has taken on a degree in which if anything were to happen to tear it apart, you would be left picking up the pieces for too long. Like grocery shopping and doing the laundry, nothing spells ‘I am so comfortable with you’ more than an act more often associated with married couples.
Creating someone a mixtape: An...
“I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.
a love poem
brightlightsloudnoises:
this is a love poem and it really doesn’t matter what i put in here because fucking can do it better, getting out of bed to turn off the light or turn on the fan can do it better, sitting in a restaurant knowing what the other is going to order can do it better
but i’m writing it because some sort of space should be roped off for you so here it is
it’s yours
Is my love any good?
isahooligan:
If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around to hear it.
Baby, does it go boom?
If I have love for ya, but you were never close enough to feel it
Is my love any good?
““…some people think the truth is the worst thing that can happen.
The truth is...”
– “The First Time,” Mindy Nettifee (via clavicola)
“where
you had only
to touch me
other had
to present a history
a...”
– Diane Wakoski, To Celebrate My Body (via grammatolatry)
“i don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but i ask you to remember....”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via tallskinnyasian)
sunshinelullabies:
Here’s something: today, you ran your fingertips along my jawline and I thought about the first time we ever danced together, how you wrapped your arms around my waist during the last song of the night and we fell into each other like puzzle pieces, swaying to the slow, steady beat. That was the first time I realized how easy it would be with you- frequent smiles and playful...
Love and Honour and Pity and Pride and Compassion...
syllablefingers:
And it occurred to me then how it took hours, sometimes days, for the surface of a river to freeze over - to hold in its skin the perfect and crystalline world - and how that world could be shattered by a small stone dropped like a single syllable.
