June 2013
“Your heart drips the prettiest colors.”
—Tyco Sedler (via middecember)
Blackberry brandy and achey little toothaches: I’ve never woken up feeling like I’d betrayed a loved one, a loved memory —but now I feel as if I’d taken something I loved, something beautiful between me and a person, and completely desecrated it for the disgusting satisfaction of another. Never tell your secrets, never throw your heart out vulnerable on the table (because you damn well better be defending them with all your life).
“I live on the edge of a sleepy soul, a moist rose, and an infinite lilac sky beneath my chin.”
—M. Melia, The Unravelling Travelogue (via seabois)
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VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.”
—Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)
My baby is a maybe: there’s a delicious thunderstorm going on outside my window; I was folding laundry and went to lay down Timothy’s sweater and a few other things, and immediately the phrase “the ghosts in sweaters” came to mind (they looked like very flat people, ‘twas kind of frightening but cute); I have a wonderful book I’m going to read tonight (and if anyone has a goodreads, feel free to add me here); I hope you enjoy your day, morning, evening, or what have you. xx
“Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald (via seabois)
“My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.”
—Warsan Shire (via itsserenwrap)
