July 2012
27 posts
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and in spite of True Romance magazines...
– Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman 1955-67 (via useonceanddestroy)
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around...
– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via thisismatt3)
I hate walking Izzy on my own because it’s always dog walkers who find dead bodies. :(
"So I was wondering if I could ask a favour for...
ninnyrogers:
Dallas Green
6 types of love:
Eros A passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love.
Ludus A love that is played as a game or sport; conquest.
Storge An affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity.
Pragma Love that is driven by the head, not the heart.
Mania Obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and...
cwistofer:
Being pissed whilst being pissed off is certainly not the best of combinations
Society is commonly too cheap. We meet at very short intervals, not having had...
– Henry David Thoreau. (via flealess)
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a...
– Sylvia Plath. (via flealess)
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no...
May 2012
22 posts
skelrili:
I’ve been longing for
daisies to push through the floor
and I wish plant life would grow all around me so I won’t feel dead anymore
so I won’t feel dead anymore
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy...
– (via joyceezee)
Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk
– Shakespeare (via ceci-nest-pas-une-moustache)
I am actually gonna try and not rant on here and...
WE WILL SEE HOW LONG THIS LASTS. :D
Have you ever been - well, i mean, have you ever - really wanted someone ?...
– Mistress of Rome, Kate Quinn (via crimsonkgb)
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway (via meteorshower)
It's that time of night again where you feel...