Tracey Emin - It was just a kiss
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’
No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wethinkwedream)

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when i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath

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rag & bone s/s 2014 look book by collier schorrmodel: yuri pleskun
Consider pursuing the things that frighten you.
- Brittany Josephina  (via mleting)

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Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan

Great bob.

RUIN  | [listen here] [download here] | (a mix for when a love collapses like a city in ruin, for when each kiss becomes a ticking time bomb and each touch becomes a scar )

i. i’m not the one - the black keys | ii. putting the dog to sleep - the antlers | iii. counting - autre ne veut | iv. waiting game - banks | v. rent free - nylo  | vi. time travel undone - sza | vii. me - the 1975 | viii. leaving tonight - the neighbourhood | ix. inhaler - foals | x. do me a favour - arctic monkeys | xi. is this it - the strokes | xii. close to nowhere - band of skulls | xiii. tiny vessels -  death cab for cutie | xiv. sights - london grammar | xv. still - daughter | xviii. metal heart - cat power | xix. black flies - ben howard | xx. the undiscovered first - feist 
Nothing about this is poetry anymore.
There is a week’s worth of mail
lying on my doormat
and I change my sheets every morning
because I forget that red wine looks
like blood after a night of drying
and I cannot help but think of your hand
on the back of my neck
like a breath, like two.
I don’t eat until my mother says grace
from across the phone line
but I don’t believe in anything but sinning.
I call into the other room when Friends comes on,
listen for the echo of no one there,
listen for the echo of I’m alone in this house,
hum through the opening credits like
they’ll join me when they’re ready.
Nothing about this is poetry anymore
and I wish someone would walk in on their own,
blow the dust off the mantel,
read stray pages of my books and
dog-ear one for later.
I wish someone would
stay for dinner and leave after,
turn back at the door and yell,
I’m going out, but I’ll be back.
I’ll be back.
- Don’t Wait Up | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

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We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via volaream)

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Strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to Newtownards, Northern Ireland, Sunday Jan 5, 2014. (Peter Morrison/Associated Press)
I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
- Marilyn Manson (via larmoyante)

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