David Benioff, Troy

“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”

— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)

Good night my self

Ignore me, and I promise, I won’t bother you again. Just because I cared doesn’t mean I’m here to let you destroy my self-respect. I loved you, I really did, but the moment you started dimming my worth, I chose to walk away. I’m done.

Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

Moon, Jupiter, and Venus Conjunction

Do you have any kinks?

peace and quiet

Who was that silly Chinese philosopher? The one who fell asleep gazing at a butterfly and dreamt that he was a butterfly dreaming that he was a philosopher. And when he woke up, he didn't know if he was a philosopher or a butterfly. What nonsense. This need to differentiate. Why, he was both, of course.

Hiromi Goto, A Chorus of Mushrooms