Mood this worm that. How a bout a nice fat ice cream sandwich Tumblr you ever think about that one ya bozos
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.”
— Robert Frost, from ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’
“We should write as we dream; it’s very healthy, because it’s the only place where we never lie.”
— Hélène Cixous (via aperfectcommotion)
“Break often – not like porcelain, but like waves.”
— Scherezade Siobhan, Survival kit
“Lips of honey, eyes of fire.”
— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”
“I carved an angel, darker, I painted it’s wings, I fed him blood, I made him cold, I burnished his cloak with numbness, his black ring glazed the sight of apathy, marred with melancholy, i took away his heart and replaced it with a stone, and then… I set him free.”
“I was sleeping on a bed of knives, that kept cutting my flesh of sorrows. Indignant, the blade, laced with the thirst for blood, my blood; that I call a blue venom. These unbent knives, these bartered reminders of my shadow filled sighs, I am a ghost in my own bed, I am already dead.”
some of you have never treated a cat with enough love and kindness to experience their adoration and trust and it shows
