charminglyantiquated:

a little love story about mermaids and tattoos

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There’s mild comfort in order—alphabetized books,
a well-stocked bar, stacks of folded laundry
scented with lavender. When I was young
I tried to learn the constellations, their shapes
& positions, but it was bewildering, the night sky

milky with city light, the contours too abstract.
As language evolves & acquires words for colors
colors always enter in the same order: black & white,
then red, then green or yellow, & after that the other one,
yellow or green. The fifth color is always a name

for blue. An afterthought, a spectre of green—
yet how blue & nothing else are the hours at three & four a.m.
when a powdery light, sliced up by the blinds,
moves across the bed & a passing car throbs
with hiphop, something stirring & yet not wholly:

you’re in the room, in the front seat of the car
& on my arm the trace of your fingers, lozenges
of sun-warmed metal. Out the window
the weight of April darkness, the tidal swirl
of leaves already heavy on the trees; I’m here, I’m here;

Aleda Shirley, from “Blue Poles,” in Dark Familiar (Sarabande Books, 2006)

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rosswoodpark:

crusherccme:

found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom

"It takes too long"
So does raising a fucking child

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It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.

Frances Ha (via venuscomb)

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If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person’s entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart (via observando)

lovequotesrus:

Love & Misadventure is available online via AmazonBN.com + The Book Depositoryand Barnes & Noble, Kinokuniya, Books Actually, Fully Booked, Dymocks, Liberty Books and other good book stores worldwide.

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So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could still hear them, although Mo had closed the book long ago. Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams. And not a single bad dream came over that wall for the rest of the night.

Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via observando)

kristaferanka:

Pre-SDCC commission: the Black Bat

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E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

smellslikeateensblog:

 

THE MOST ACCURATE GIFSET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

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transgirltumbling:

forkanna:

rainbowninjaprincess1:

forkanna:

hellyeahpuckentine

Thank you, tiny potato

200 NOTES ON THIS HOW MANY INSPIRATIONAL POTATOES DO YOU NEED

Thanks potato.

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eatingwatermelonseeds:

princesswitchy:

My whole family assumes I’m straight and it’s like if I say anything like “wow that girl is so pretty” they’re like “you’re pretty too don’t compare yourself’ like no mom the only thing I’m comparing is the width between her legs and how well I could fit.

omg

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