I Think I Saw You In My Sleep

Lover

[unbeliefs-deactivated20180212]

People get tired of you being sad.

// “… and then they leave, even when they promised they wouldn’t.”  (via itcuddles)

[frozun]

[asia-crash]

[fornaxvoid]

[coffin-skate]

me: *is naturally affectionate* me: *has major trust and abandonment issues, fears rejection* me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[maryjblige]

[amargedom]

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Jack Kerouac, The Town and the City  (via amargedom)

[ilvalentinos]

The snake enters your dreams through paintings: this one, of a formal garden in which there are always three: the thin man with the green-white skin that marks him vegetarian and the woman with a swayback and hard breasts that look stuck on and the snake, vertical and with a head that’s face-coloured and haired like a woman’s. Everyone looks unhappy, even the few zoo animals, stippled with sun, even the angel who’s like a slab of flaming laundry, hovering up there with his sword of fire, unable as yet to strike. There’s no love here. Maybe it’s the boredom. And that’s no apple but a heart torn out of someone in this myth gone suddenly Aztec. This is the possibility of death the snake is offering: death upon death squeezed together, a blood snowball. To devour it is to fall out of the still unending noon to a hard ground with a straight horizon and you are no longer the idea of a body but a body, you slide down into your body as into hot mud. You feel the membranes of disease close over your head, and history occurs to you and space enfolds you in its armies, in its nights, and you must learn to see in darkness. Here you can praise the light, having so little of it: it’s the death you carry in you red and captured, that makes the world shine for you as it never did before. This is how you learn prayer. Love is choosing, the snake said. The kingdom of god is within you because you ate it.

Margaret Atwood, Quattrocento (via ilvalentinos)

[urada]

[beskt]

Thomas Mailaender - Photography on skin using negatives and a uv lamp.

[abiotic]

dangerous art

[amortizing]

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

Pittacus Lore (via amortizing)

[thebookgirl-helen]

[julesville]

The magical land of granite boulders. 

Vedauwoo Wyoming

[suspend]

[labors]

you made me feel like i was hard to love and i will never forgive you for that

[beautifulurself]

[blossomfully]

How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.

S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #15 (via blossomfully)