There’s sugar on your soul You’re like no one I know You’re the life of another world
You swallow me whole With just a mumbled hello And it breaks my heart to love you

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There’s sugar on your soul You’re like no one I know You’re the life of another world
You swallow me whole With just a mumbled hello And it breaks my heart to love you
I make love to scandalous thoughts in a lonely bed at night. And sometimes, at noon before I wash my hair, I touch myself, and I feel a melancholic disgust only a narcissist feels towards herself.
The Short Poems Series by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
My pain was enormous and he never understood it. But there are things greater than oneself. Like love, like God, like your lover. His hurt felt familiar, a hurt I could live with, and I had to. It hurt to be good for him. It hurt telling him I wanted lion's teeth in my flesh. It hurt not telling him, that many of poems were written in tears. It hurt he understood, and hurt me anyways. When I met him I wasn’t half of the woman I am today. But I built him an empire. I crowned him between my legs. I made him brilliant, I wrote him collections. It hurts him to know the truth, but God will put His hand down my throat before He sends me to Hell. For I hurt, I hurt, I hurt.
Misery Mistress by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
Life has become very dear to me, and I am very glad that I love. My life and my love are one.
Vincent Van Gogh - from a letter to his brother Theo (September 1881)
Peter Andrew Jones
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
Helen Frankenthaler Royal Fireworks, 1975
You gave away everything within your table of contents, leaving him with no interest in the remainder of the book.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.
Will Graham (via quotemadness)
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Hidden message. Scott Lickstein See something., 2016 digital image 3820 x 5400 pixels at 300dpi.
“Time has passed and I have loved many women. And as they’ve held me close and asked if I will remember them, I believed in my heart that I would. But the only one I’ve never forgotten is the one who never asked … Malena”
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People born in 2016 will probably be alive to see the year 3000
Okay I’m not that great at math but I’m pretty sure this is wrong
They would be 84 years old; that’s achievable this day and age.
they would literally be 984 years old i………….
literally me doing math
I have grown as blind as a business-man, or else I am like a paid psychiatrist, listening and figuring. And really I would like to be like a poet and have fresh eyes & be in no hurry…
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Ernest Hemingway featured in Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
For nothing today is more precious to me and rarer than honesty.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via violentwavesofemotion)