592.
i count my way to you
in showers,
in bites,
in polished teeth...
remind myself i have more fingers
than days between us;
less years yet lived than left
to be with you.

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592.
i count my way to you
in showers,
in bites,
in polished teeth...
remind myself i have more fingers
than days between us;
less years yet lived than left
to be with you.
591.
will we fall open to each other again like well-worn books, crack our spines and cough our dust until we are clear and endless stories shared and cherished?
Michael Caine, 1964.
♔ 51-54/? pictures of Andrew Garfield
Ancient Roman sculpture of Thalia, The Muse of Theatre. Marble, currently located at the Naples National Archaeological Museum.
dsfaghsh so much regret for not going to Naples!
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Offshore Pirate”
590.
and though it seems like
you're hardly there, i know you are
lingering
not knowing where, or why
i hide
not knowing why i can't rise up
while i stay buried not knowing
why you don't
pry up floorboards
to pull me out.
My generation tends to play it cool these days. But there is no room for cool. You have got to be irritating and desperate, and if you are not it is terribly boring
Carey Mullligan
why am i scared of everything all the time?
Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.
Nora Ephron (via unejeunedemoiselle)
memory is a half empty glass of could have beens, should have beens, not anymores; everything leaks out the slightest cracks in the bottom
slowly
slowly
before you realize there is nothing substantial left and there's just a bunch of atmosphere in there and nothing to quench you or warm you, or even spin you into drunk illusions of a life you don't have.
Tonight I will listen to Ed Sheeran and Gold Motel, take a ridiculous bath, attempt to read Jane Eyre but find that reading in the bath is never as relaxing as it looks in pictures, shave my legs twice, regret not going to bed earlier but somehow feel a little better about my life.
The minute you start caring about what other people think, is the minute you stop being yourself.
Meryl Streep (via hip-)
Sarcasm, directed into the blue in the hope of hitting the person you want, may not be effective, but it does relieve the feelings.
A.A. Milne
all there is between then
and now: a little bit of dreaming,
a little bit of breathing.
“Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.”
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via goodmorninglebanon)