19 Oct 14 at 9 pm

Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

"Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty."


i love the term “partners”
are we dating?
are we robbing a bank?
do we run a legal firm?
are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit?
who knows.

(via fearandfolly)

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17 Oct 14 at 12 pm

Ursula Andress (via teenager90s)

(via feellng)

"I take care of my flowers and my cats. And enjoy food. And that’s living."

17 Oct 14 at 12 pm

Oriah Mountain Dreamer, “The Invitation” (via teenager90s)

(via feellng)


It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without
moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can
dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty
everyday, and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the
moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else
falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.


- stop romanticizing yourself

- i am no longer the machine that fights, but the human who ignores

- my sight is conquered by no one

- you are in charge of no one’s happiness but your own

- friendship is sharing

- people’s word choices are often what i hate about them most

- nobody cares so stop blogging about it

- i like you weak and insecure

- i’m the water boy of the family

- everything is best in moderation, including you

- i often want to ask “why that photo, really?”

- she likened a church to a port-a-potty, i think i’m in love

- what i hear is closely linked to the movement of my legs

- i’m gonna fuck my way through the alphabet


16 Oct 14 at 6 pm


Irving Penn / Vogue / 1995

(via nyctaeus)


Irving Penn / Vogue / 1995
16 Oct 14 at 5 pm

and i still want to play truth or dare and spin the bottle

i want to be locked in a closet for 7 minutes with the lights out
i want to hide in the crannies of my basement, hoping to never be found
i want to yell at red rover so that a friend can be sent over
i want to capture the flag and triumph over the other team
i want to avoid the pavement, or otherwise known as lava
i want simplicity, but everything else is so complicated.
i want the games of yesterday

The Cheltenham Badlands in Caledon, Ontario, Canada

i’m still dreaming about this
16 Oct 14 at 4 pm

i know i’m frustrating to be around. i know i’m sensitive and selfish. i know i’m sarcastic and belligerent. i know i get too political and angry for reasons apparently unknown. i know i am quick to judge and a hypocrite on most occasions. i know i can be controlling and like things done a certain way. i know i like to hear myself talk sometimes and butt in when someone else is talking. i know i come across as if i am an insufferable know-it-all. i can be blatantly cocky whilst simultaneously insecure. i know i search for affirmations but reject them almost instantaneously on the basis of my independence. i know i lie to help only myself, but hate liars. and i can’t help but want to be spooned but left to my own side of the bed. 

these are things i cannot help, but then again these are the things most cannot help but be.
16 Oct 14 at 10 am



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15 Oct 14 at 9 pm

Nadine Gordimer (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

"The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is."

  • exercising apparently improves your brain function. we need to do more. you need to do more. i care for your brain too much.
  • sometimes i forget how old you are
  • my vagina wants to be close to yours
  • realistic job aspirations for you: butt model, toronto celebrity, stag shop employee
  • i want my daughter to be just like you
  • you always say the right things
  • i wish you were here, and only you
  • i don’t mind doing nothing with you
  • i’ll always want you
  • when you talk i want to listen
  • hello, my lovely other
  • i feel 17 with you
  • when i’m around you i feel like i’m high
  • on your gravestone it will say “best butt”
  • you look best a little sweaty
  • you say important things
  • everyone thinks we have tunnel vision when we are together and i don’t care
  • i get tired of people telling me how great you are
09 Oct 14 at 12 am

excerpt from a piece i’m working on right now about abuse in relationships and things i usually don’t like to process (via teenboypopstar)

this is amazing

(via callmenot)

"We’ve all been a part of something ugly, I think. Something that knew how to do damage in a way that wasn’t too apparent, something that went for the interior rather than showing up on the skin. I’ve seen people cling to wrecks for so long that their fingers became hard as stone. I’ve been down roads that burned the bottoms of my feet. I don’t think it makes us bad people, these ugly things, but it does mark us, it does take away a small something we will never get back. It’s why I hate the girl who backed me into that corner. I decided a long time ago I’d hate her and not forgive her, and I’ll stick to that. It doesn’t take up very much of my time. I’ll go a whole year forgetting she existed and that what we did ever happened, and then I’ll remember and I’ll fill my whole body up with hate, and then I’ll forget for another year. I can go on like that for a while. Hate is healthy sometimes, I think. Like fire, it cleanses, cleans right down to the bone. And when it reaches the bone, it turns it to ash, and ash is good for things to grow in."