"We are a people who eat fire and drink water."
Arlene Chai, Eating Fire and Drinking Water
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you have no proof that i am not at least one of the members of daft punk
"People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds."
Carl R. Rogers (via cccriminal)
from my rotten body flowers will grow
and I am in them, and that is eternity
"You’re so tall when you’re
standing on everyone’s back like that.
Every heart has turned into a siren,
every skull has filled with train tracks
and the daydreams riding them,
trying to get away from a place like this.
You finally have the loudest voice here,
but your language is so dirty
that no one else even wants to speak it."
Y.Z, the tyrant’s fury (via rustyvoices)
"Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are."
Anonymous (via kushandwizdom)
"This is the kind of cold that makes your
teeth feel like they have nerves.
This is a twenty lined story about
your beggar arms and your open hands.
This is about finding warmth in whiskey
when you’re not much of a drinker.
You can’t even hold your water let alone
your drink—or your tongue, or your heart.
One glass too much and you’re vomiting
sonnets into the phone, into the gutter.
Vomit something into me.
I don’t care if it’s last night’s Chinese
or last year’s tears.
The world isn’t in your books and maps.
And it isn’t out there.
Take my gloves for the cold.
They’re yours, okay?
Our hands have always been the same size"
Salma.D - this is largely for you (via writingwillows)