BuGbeArS aNd WorMwoOd

Heroines and heroes, should you be the protagonists of this farce, would that make little 'ol me a devil of sorts?

[selfillusion]

[slobbering]

[wordsnquotes]

People who fall in love with books never really stop falling.

Rainbow Rowell

[amaranthineidolor]

Alright, come close Let me show you everything I know The jungle slang Spinning 'round my head and I stare While my naked fool Fresh out of an icky gooey womb A woozy youth Dopes upon her silky smooth perfume Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand I'd say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place,no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space Truth be told I've been here, I've done this all before I take your gloom I curl it up and puff it into plumes Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand I'd say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place,no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space Hold my hand and float back to the summer time Tangled in the willows now our tongues are tied How can I believe you, how can I be nice Tripping around the tree stumps in your summer smile Right, my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand I'd say I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place,no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space

[navinkoke]

If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?

Kendrick Lamar

This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?

[everythingisfuckeddd-deactivate]

[red-lipstick]

[riveredunderscorev]

[bazfunk]

i will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of the glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a desk to lean against, even if leaning against it pulls a lever that unlocks another secret compartment. i will love you until all such compartments are opened and discovered, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.

lemony snicket (via my-silence-knot)

[furawa-su]

[himizuka]

[howtogetawaywithpaint-deactivat]

[roseydoux]

[pixography]

[rosespell]

[elesq]

[seducimi]