Was fucking made for fall
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Was fucking made for fall
I can remember him, slightly drunk, standing up and bumping into the dried flowers hanging from my ceiling. Sitting on the dark dock, cool wind coming off the lake, the blue lights making us look pale and alien. I can remember sitting close, one leg resting over his knee, his fingers on the backs of my thighs. He’s cold and wants to go back inside, but he sits there for a while with me anyway.
On the walk back he talks about things I can’t understand. He is brilliantly smart, he has the sharpest mind of anyone I’ve met. He talks about air and oxygen and what it means to be “alive.”
I laugh at him too much. I don’t know what else to do.
I tell him he astounds me. He doesn’t understand the word so I tell him he is remarkable, impressive, grand. He touches my arm as if to say, “I am here. I am with you.”
He watched me strike a match and light a candle.
“I think that if you accept loving something you have to accept losing it. I think there are only two emotions: love and fear.”
I don’t want him to think I’m crying because he’s leaving. That’s only half of it.
I could run all night with him.
liv tyler, 90s
types of beauty (feminine) for the signs
* you can use rising sign too
* you may not look like yours, i’m comparing the signs to types of beauty
classically attractive ( taurus, leo ): can rock some red lipstick and probably pin curls too, if they wanted to. makes you want to kiss their hand and take them out to a drive in movie. features of this type: cupid’s bow lips / small nose / probably on the shorter side / clear skin / straight, white teeth
intimidatingly attractive ( scorpio, aries ): the human equivalent of the word ‘badass’. black nails is a must, and maybe a nose ring too, if they’re up for it. inspires sudden shy and bashful behavior. features of this type: strong jawline / dark eyes / tall / long legs / long, dark eyelashes
cutesy attractive ( cancer , libra ): all shy smiles and blushing with this one. probably wears lace and pastel. makes you feel like you want to take care of them and hug them. features of this type: full cheeks and lips / long hair / short / soft features / big, innocent eyes
unusually attractive ( aquarius, pisces ): they could be an alien, you don’t know. but a very attractive alien. supermodel-esque looks, also intimidating. you may feel oddly drawn to them. features of this type: tall / wide set eyes / uncommonly colored features ( i.e. light green eyes or red hair ) / strong jawline / high cheekbones
sophisticatedly attractive ( capricorn, virgo ): they wow you with their quiet, ambitious vibes. can rock pencils skirts and pointed toe heels better than anyone. they’ll probably intimidate you. features of this type: even tone / probably on the taller side / straight, white teeth / longish painted nails / long legs
mischievously attractive ( gemini, sagittarius ): you’ll often see a twinkle in their eye and a playful smirk on their lips. pixie cuts and glittery eyeliner work oddly well on them. these ones will pull you in with one silly grin. features of this type: twinkling eyes / short hair / small facial features / tiny body and limbs / heart or diamond shaped face
View of Earth from Apollo 15
js
Only lovers left alive (2013) dir. Jim Jarmusch
[…] all is dusk, dusk in the heart, in all our finer feelings.
Mimi Khalvati, from “The Wardrobe,” The Weather Wheel (Carcanet, 2014)
my one contribution 2 this cold world
IV. Prepare for when you go.
my tool kit for self care and protection:
knife for food, knife for things that are not food, rag with rust dyed embroidery for hand wiping and nose blowing, embroidered sketchbook, dyed thread on wooden spool, three whistles for music or alert, a candle with osha, lavender and yarrow, an anti anxiety tincture, thieves oil blend solid hand moisturizer, fork, spoon, tongs for picking up things i shouldnt (too hot) (too dead), all wrapped in canvas roll up pouch!
everything was made by me except for the glass bottle!
Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via petrichour)
I knew I was in trouble when all of my dreams were either about dying, or kissing you.
Carrie Rudzinski, Dreams (via doll-hearts)
i want you. to drink the sea inside of me.
summer juice, nayyirah waheed (via onlinebabe)
yo what are you always so stressed about?
me:
vinyl for my woman
Neon Motel, Lake Tahoe, California
From Vanishing America by Michael Eastman