August 2012
52 posts
*when my name is in a math problem*
class : *stares at me*
me : that's right bitches,i bought 60 watermelons!
“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
– Oscar Wilde (via seabois)
For you.
Happy (early) Birthday Past Love
It’s in there….the meaning of you and I…It’s in the way my tea never stays hot long enough so there are teacups half empty, lying around on bookshelves and counter tops-littering my existence with half enjoyed memories.
I am licking the spines of stories that have nothing to do with us. Hoping to taste what we must have missed…
It’s got to be here. In these sticky caffeine...
Figure 8
The water reaches out to shore, begging to be let up…aching to be taken in. “Carry me! Carry me!” it cries. Like drug to vein it’s desire sweeps the solidity away, tucks itself in like a child under covers…too scared to put its foot out until dreaming can no longer be helped…but then oh far the eye can see…how void restriction.
“Be wild,” the man whispers, and the woman sings, “Be free.”
Waters...
“But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what human beings are capable of-that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.” -Kafka on the Shore
“It hurts because it mattered.”
– John Green (via racinginthe-rain)
