"I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash."

 1740
25 Jul 14 at 10 pm

Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via hellanne)

"

Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.

"

 8101
25 Jul 14 at 10 pm

What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com, via happinessinabowl)

"

I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.

"

 6934
25 Jul 14 at 10 pm

Margaret Atwood, Good Bones  (via beautyisinallthingss)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees, via happinessinabowl)

"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."

 5401
25 Jul 14 at 9 pm

I’m a collection of unsaid goodbyes and thrown up 3 AM “I miss you’s” (via extrasad)

(via extrasad)

"and I know I speak like my heart was broken last night
even though it happened last January,
when I thought I was numb from the cold
but I was numb from you
and sometimes everything you left behind cuts into
my tongue and I find myself choking up your name
even though it’s been 3 months since you’ve called
and I’m not sure how your voice still plays in my head
when I can’t even remember how it sounds
and there are scars and bruises all over me that I
could’ve sworn had faded but everyone looks at me
like I’m about to collapse
and sometimes I kiss boys who grab me like they
want to break me and I let them because there’s
nothing left to break
and sometimes they taste like you
and I used to smile like I wasn’t empty
but you’re stuck in my head
and in my heart
and underneath my fingernails
and I’m so sorry but you can’t stay here"

 103746
25 Jul 14 at 9 pm

General life philosophy (via asdfghjkllove)

(Source: haleykit, via happinessinabowl)

"Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling"

 5764
25 Jul 14 at 9 pm

Beau Taplin || One fraction of a moment.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

(via happinessinabowl)

"It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over."

 4383
25 Jul 14 at 9 pm

bienenkiste:

"Duality". Photographed by Anoush Abrar

(via lovelikehurricane)

bienenkiste:

"Duality". Photographed by Anoush Abrar