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“When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.”

— Melanie Exler (via alaisiagae)

(Source: strengthenizer, via alaisiagae)

there are tears in my eyes


Everybody in the water, Lizzy Stewart


Distant, 2014 | by Jacob Howard

“When our breasts arrived
as a kind of currency, we’d tug
our camisoles low, use
our newfangled bodies to haggle
with the ice cream man. The winner
was the girl who received her chocolate cone
for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes
the same way she wore a training bra.
That summer my pockets grew forests
of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:
tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy
of kissing. In exchange for rides
on the handlebars of their bikes,
we’d let the boys bite
the beads off our candy
necklaces until the chokers
resembled punched out teeth.
From their slobber, blue and violet
stained my throat where the sweetness
had once been, so I suppose,
Your Honor, I was preparing
for him.”

— Megan Falley, “Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck and Ending in a Court Room” 

(Source: deeplystained, via alonesomes)


love it

what the hell am I doing hereasks the Creep fan at a Radiohead concert

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“To Music
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps: silence of paintings. You, language where all language ends. You, time standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation of feelings into what? - : into audible landscape. You stranger: music. You, heart-space grown out of us. The deepest space in us, which, rising above us, forces its way out, - holy departure: when the innermost point in us stands outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other side of the air: pure, boundless, no longer habitable.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

(Source: cntgn, via likeafieldmouse)

I refuse to ever use “I have a boyfriend” as a defence mechanism if I’m uncomfortably or persistently hit on because I can’t stomach the though of said person respecting boundaries only because I already “belong” to someone rather than respecting my right to belong to myself


Great Salt Lake, Grantsville, Utah, United States

40.761614, -112.515207

(via fformlessness)

“Mid-drought, more sun.
When did the tumbler

of water, bedside, fill
with dust? When did you

learn you were a riverbed
no river would touch?”

— Andrea Cohen, “Bedside” (via whatokay) —

What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

(Source: dontswallowthecup)

itunes shuffle: gregory alan isakov makes me crave the intimacy of a relationship but ur gurl iggy azalea is here to remind me that they should want a bad bitch like dis