Well done, Peppersauce

I'm Grace. I'm 26 and live in Sydney.The year I began to say "vahz" instead of "vase", a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.

[formerlybickle-deactivated20160]

[larmoyante]

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. I’m hoping hard for that.

Joan Bauer, Almost Home (via lucernes)

[som-nambulist]

You haven’t met the new me yet.

[fernsandmoss]

Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire.

Judith Butler (via jujutsu-with-zizek)

[katbennet]

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you couldn’t have, you couldn’t have stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody who loves you more so I will wait for the next time you want me like a dog with a bird at your door, mmm

[songmin-blog]

Weekend (2011)

you know what it’s like when you first sleep with someone you don’t know. you’re like a blank canvas and it gives you an opportunity to project onto that canvas who you want to be.

[wordswithinyou]

I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.

‘June on the West Coast’, Bright Eyes

[daughtersofhistory]

“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.” ― Frida Kahlo

[som-nambulist]

See this thing. See inside what spins without purchase. Close your eye. Absolutely no salesman will call. Relax. Lie back. I want nothing from you. Lie back. Relax. Quality soil washes right out. Lie back. Open. Face directions. Look. Listen. Use ears I’d be proud to call our own. Listen to the silence behind the engines’ noise. Jesus, Sweets, listen. Hear it? It’s a love song. For whom? You are loved.  

[neelysworld-deactivated20140321]

[beautifuldisastr]

[outropeace]

I light all the candles got flowers for all my rooms I care for myself the way I used to care about you

[vikander]

[som-nambulist]

I give everything to other people and nobody ever… I never..  I don’t get what I want!

[bassiter]

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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac except it’s playing through your car’s old radio cassette player as you drive alone through the desert at night. As far as you can tell, the nearest human life has got to be wherever that distant thunder is rolling in.

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[en--dear]

“False notions of love teach us that it is the place where we will feel no pain, where we will be in a state of constant bliss. We have to expose the falseness of these beliefs to see and accept the reality that suffering and pain do not end when we begin to love. In some cases when we are making the slow journey back from lovelessness to love, our suffering may become more intense. Acceptance of pain is part of loving practice.”

— bell hooks, All About Love (via aishawarma)

[t3chn0ir]

‘You guys, you’re always talking about the fans, the fans, the fans; she was your biggest fan, and you threw her away.’

Almost Famous (2000)

[writerswritecompany]

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.

Pablo Neruda (via amandaonwriting)