"

IV—Arsenic

You are a shadow, wreathed in the judgment
of darkened cathedrals, bloodied rose gardens,
sacramental souls lying scattered on the floor.

And I, I am frightened by your scent
like opium, like rust in the rain.

"
—Kristina Costa, Elements: Love in Five Parts  

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

#you  
15 hours ago on 15 April 2014    via jaimelannister   originally from rabbitinthemoon
"The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl."
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (NPR)

(Source: try-so-to-live)

15 hours ago on 15 April 2014    via cheeselarson   originally from try-so-to-live

peach94:

COOL DATE IDEA: take a really long nap with me

2 days ago on 13 April 2014    via cheeselarson   originally from peach94
"

We spoke in tongues that day,
Your fingers trailed my body like
a harlot skimming through the bible finding her daily grace.

The Sun, her majesty, jealous of the
nervous heat that fought for a moment of breath between your satin body and my scarred chest.

Did you know that I almost cried?
Because your touch was everything I feared the most.
Your touch was confidence, maybe love.
It hurt.

We don’t speak the same language anymore,
For your fingers,
are too holy for mine.

"
—A, you touched me  (via wistly)

(Source: dulcifluous)

#you  
2 weeks ago on 29 March 2014    via jaimelannister   originally from dulcifluous
2 weeks ago on 28 March 2014    via classybastard   originally from thewieneryears-deactivated20130

(Source: keptyn)

2 weeks ago on 28 March 2014    via piss-khalifa   originally from keptyn

humansofnewyork:

"Humans do everything they can to try to forget they are animals. We create these institutions and customs that deny our animal nature. Take our relationships with our parents, for example. No other animal keeps a relationship with its parents after its been raised. It’s not natural. Yet we insist, because we think that’s what makes us human. Think of the people you know. Are they happy when they go visit their parents? Is it something they naturally want to do? No. They bitch about it. But then they go anyway. Because that’s what makes them feel human."

humansofnewyork:

"Humans do everything they can to try to forget they are animals. We create these institutions and customs that deny our animal nature. Take our relationships with our parents, for example. No other animal keeps a relationship with its parents after its been raised. It’s not natural. Yet we insist, because we think that’s what makes us human. Think of the people you know. Are they happy when they go visit their parents? Is it something they naturally want to do? No. They bitch about it. But then they go anyway. Because that’s what makes them feel human."

3 weeks ago on 25 March 2014    via humansofnewyork   originally from humansofnewyork

quickweaves:

niggasandcomputers:

So digital

YAS

3 weeks ago on 25 March 2014    via cheeselarson   originally from kimkardashian-lifestyle

mad0tsuki:

the most common misconception boys have about me is that i care about what they have to say

(Source: edeaaa)

3 weeks ago on 25 March 2014    via cheeselarson   originally from edeaaa
"I remember my son once asked me, “Did you ever, like, kiss in high school?” And I told him this long drawn-out story of how shy I was, how I finally got a girlfriend but she broke up with me because I was too shy to try to kiss her, and then I had another girlfriend but still couldn’t figure out kissing. The technique was always a big obstacle in my head, like, How do you kiss? Where does your chin go? Forget about anything beyond kissing-first base was a total mystery to me. So I’m telling my son this long story, and he listens patiently until he finally realizes where I’m going with it, and he says, “Dad, no-did you like Kiss in high school? Kiss, the band!” And I was, “Oh yeah, Kiss…they were good.”"
—Steve Buscemi  (via suburbsz)

(Source: memebuscemi)

3 weeks ago on 25 March 2014    via negativepolarity   originally from memebuscemi

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

(Source: deersugar)

4 weeks ago on 18 March 2014    via classybastard   originally from deersugar

This is why I can’t have my own weed. It’s the same thing as ice cream and like, cough syrup. I just smoke so much and then just go nuts. Like, I can’t have it in the house.

(Source: queerturtle)

4 weeks ago on 18 March 2014    via cheeselarson   originally from queerturtle