April 2011
Last night, for the first time in 8 years, I felt like i could write if I wanted to. If I tried. Not even that I could write well if I wanted to. Just that I could. I would let myself. I could stop being scared of words on paper. That if I put pen to paper, words would follow. Words would come without a struggle, and they’d finally be the right ones. Tonight I don’t know how I feel.
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historyofbones:
Can we talk about Legends of the Hidden Temple
leeroyjenkins:
and how all the kids that got on that show were fucking dumbasses
like seriously
the show came on every other fucking day
there are only three pieces of the silver monkey statue
THE PIECES ARE THE SAME…
I was lost then & I’m lost now.
Things I love Thursday
Menswear inspired watches, hot cocoa in warm weather, plans plans plans, flowers everywhere, Ellie Goulding, looong naps, Gala, The X Files
boybitch:
”A slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.”
—Catherine A. Liszt, The Ethical Slut
All dark and stars.
if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside
on my fingertips and at brain edges
and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
-Charles Bukowski
“The knowledge that I didn’t have the courage to do what was necessary made me...”
– Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via fuckyeahbukowski)
“I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via fuckyeahbukowski)
