dear miss lonelyhearts
so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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"Remember
the sky bled down & we
were running, smiling wide
with our arms raised. Not afraid
of anything ever. The way
days pass & we end up
under covers, socks pulled
to our knees. The way I bruise
without touching anything. The way
you forgot my birthday & brought me
flowers for no reason. Everything
is so convenient. We grow
teeth without trying."
Alexis Pope, excerpt from “A No Good Seasonal Depression” (via larmoyante)
gorgeous
"How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via larmoyante)
do you ever see someone and think oh my god i would like to be responsible for your next orgasm
(Source: cuntakinte)
