The Blower's Daughter

Star Stuff, french fries, ballet, kindness, change, cute undies, late night conversations, mahjong, space, typography, hammocks, macbook (Martha), feminism, science fiction, books, kittens, Miyazaki, Doctor Who, psychosomatic, David Bowie, science, cell phone (Oreo/Pikachu), reading, sympathy, Skinny Love, crushing, blood, paper, Firefly, cuddling, drawing, Carl Sagan, vegetarian food, beauty, book smell, mommy, aliens, napping, Seneca Crane's beard, dancing, Star Trek, puns, clever questions, sex, Patrick Stewart, scars, milky tea, tattoos, Closer, Zelda, friends, learning, vanity, collections (mugs, fortune cookie fortunes, books, journals, owls), truth, atheism, sleeping in.

[the-intact]

[mtkcbeezy-deactivated20120830]

To be honest, this actually got to me. 

[fineprey-blog]

They say that the difference between horniness

and sexual addiction,

is that an addict will choose sex over basic needs,

like food.

And let me tell you,

I would starve myself

and make a fucking meal out of you.

[gaksdesigns]

Jung Lee Have you ever loved me?

[in-eloquent]

[fka-feminish]

[armandomedina]

[larmoyante]

Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared, or you think about the poor people on the sidewalk below - what if there are kids coming home from school and they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to forget this terrible thing you’re going to make them see? And the moment’s over. You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air.

Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel (via larmoyante)

[pincurlpinupswirl]

[youbelongheree]

[inflateddeflated]

[nerdylooking-blog]

[cardiothoracics]

4/365 (by Burning-Heart)

[sunriver87]

[fineprey-blog]

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you; there's too much green to feel blue. 

[i-u-d-s-i-s]

[fuckyeahtattoos]

[cardiothoracics]

SKETCHBOOK “Jonquilles” © (by Framboisine Berry)

[fineprey-blog]

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