ardent, adj.
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought… it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.
Reblogged from It's simple like a mountain is simple.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
Reblogged from Quote Book:
We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly.
James Baldwin
Reblogged from A Finely Curated Experience by Bianca Pandit
This is my depressed stance. When you’re depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you’ll start to feel better. If you’re going to get any joy out of being depressed, you’ve got to stand like this.
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What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
Reblogged from Quote Book:
There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.
Reblogged from .la douleur exquise.
Of everything I’ve seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing. Of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
Reblogged from wears heart on sleeve
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements of which one can never be sure of.
Reblogged from oh, muffins!
