When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They...– Jonathan Safran Foer (via coffeelikewater)
levanna: Aries: Yeah hold on I’m just going to make a really risky decision… Taurus: OKAY WHO SAID I WAS WRONG?! FUCK YOU, BITCH I AM RIGHT. Gemini: Commitment? FUCK. RUN AWAY! Cancer: *sobbing hysterically in a corner* Leo: EVERYONE LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL I AM. DAMMIT, I SAID LOOK! FUCK! Virgo: LOOK AT THE MESS OF THIS FUCKING PLACE! Libra: ORDER! ORDER IN THE COURT! Scorpio:...
Here’s to you and your laugh. I hope you laugh louder, better and more often than before.
clavicola: thesevespers: We do not say, “Goodnight.” We do not say, “You are my beloved.” We kiss one another into the night, until the sweet drowse of half-dreaming, half-waking, life is with us, and then, in the night, amid our bodies, and our silence, we understand what the other is saying. This is a beautiful poem. Beautiful and true.
Oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke...– Frank O’Hara (via fleurishes)