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"If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?"
Margaret Atwood
  • It hurts to say, but I want you to stay.
"You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry, and nobody can make you happy."
Osho (via aquaticuss)
"In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses."
Isaac Marion (via myheadisweak)

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new aspiration: to be a late bloomer.

i just really need some blooming to look forward to right now…

"

She looks good in that jacket*
*my jacket
She has perfected the messy bun and she is wearing my jacket without my permission
and it looks good.
So good that I almost say, “keep it”,
before I remember why I’m here. I’m here for the jacket.

I leave empty-handed.

"
Categories: prose, or something,

OOOOOOO what was his name?

I don’t know…something stupid like, Ryan or Stephen or something. I really don’t care.

But why? Why don’t you ever care?

I don’t [want someone who grinds against me for three songs and thinks that that’s grounds enough for a kiss. I don’t want someone who says, “Let’s get out of here. Let’s go back to my room,” without ever really looking me in the eye. I don’t want to not know his name. God, I don’t know what I’m looking for but it’s not that. It’s not sloppy or desperate. It’s not, hey look, everyone’s dancing, I pick you. The back of your head and neck and back and butt and legs look adequate enough. You] know?

"

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced
forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before…
Oh no.

I need you so much closer…
I need you so much closer.

"
Death Cab for Cutie
"But I’ve been waiting too long
to give this up…
The more I see, I understand,
But, sometimes,
I still need you."
the xx

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They clicked on every possible level; each new layer of his being that was revealed could be matched by an idea she had once had, something she had once done. Maybe it was all overly optimistic. Maybe she saw him through rose-colored glasses. The circumstances could not have been worse, this much she acknowledged. But all she knew was that something inside of her swelled up when she saw him, and that she could not quite bring herself look him in the eye for too long, for fear that her gaze might give her away.

tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Well, tumblrbot…..I’m afraid I don’t quite completely understand your question.

See, if we are choosing which I’d rather have as a pet, then dinosaurs, obviously. But only if it’s something small, like a little raptor maybe. Because, of course, robot pets would get too smart and then they would totally start sassing me and not listening to orders/refuse to learn any good tricks and could possibly tire of their life of submission to a human master and rise up against me! So nooooo way, Jose, I am NOT into that I, Robot shit.

HOWEVER, if we’re talking about who I would bet on in a fight….well, does the robot know how to use modern weaponry? See, these kinds of details are essential to my thought process….good god tumblrbot, PLEASE be more specific, I beg of you. You really need to get your shit together before you start posing these incredibly vague questions. You’re really being kind of an asshole.

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia."
E. L. Doctorow
Categories: uh oh,