A Collection of Things That Keep Me Up at Night

Salt Lake City, UT

[moon4am]

I only see you on my screen and in my dreams

[wurstburger]

[larmoyante]

I spent my life learning to feel less.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)

[passivites]

[landingfeetfirst]

My father told me that a book written 2,000 years ago is more valid than the love I feel right now for another woman. I was taught that my body is a temple. But all I saw on church ceilings was men and women with ceiling hung jugulars because they were afraid of worshipping the wrong gender. I was told to hold my tongue during Sunday dinner. Because they were scared your name would spill past my lips like holy water.If love is a sin, I’d spend eternity walking barefoot across the pavement of Hell. I’d smile at my soul blistering to the sound of your voice. And I’d finally feel at home while I suffocated on the smoke from the flames I would endure whenever your fingertips touched my cheek. I was told a man would change me. That who I was would be broken down and I would be on my knees thanking God between his legs. My father told me that God exists. But the only heaven I’ll ever know lies within the bedsheets I shared with her every night.

God exists only between her lips

[natives]

[truelifeimnicole]

[cassmarieex]

So fucking weak when it comes to you.

(via nxvrv)

[lusteens]

[landingfeetfirst]

There’s always going to be that one person where just the mention of their name will put a goddamn fist in your chest.

6:17 am

[sophieaguilera-deactivated20150]

[aseaofquotes]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “White Nights”

[blackpalms-deactivated20170613]

[blue-voids]

[landingfeetfirst]

Yoko Ono - Piece for the Wind, 1962

[landingfeetfirst]

Sighs drip past my lips in the shape of your thighs. My neck is still kissed with an imprint of your hands wrapped around it. My fingers ache from touching people with no intention of loving them. And my knees are still locked and my jaw is still clenched from the first time you kissed me. I can see the way people look at me when they’re nothing but skin. Begging for me to see something other than you beneath me.

(via unanswerableanswers)

[landingfeetfirst]

It’s always been you. I thought I’d never admit that. But when she pushed me up against a wall and shoved her tongue in my mouth,All she could taste was you.

[lightbones]