i'm starting to accept that romantic love is not for me. i was never supposed to have it. maybe because i yearn for it so badly, it is not for me. because if life ever taught me anything, it's the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it. it's how that one saying goes: everything i cried and begged for never ended up serving me. and it's true, it never did. not even once. i always walk away with damage more than anything else. and i'm tired of it.
turning the knife inside yourself tonight queen?
how it feels knowing that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall
‘this made me smile’ ☆ taken on june 4, 2011
by sarahxcaulfield on flickr
the stitches in my arm look cool i feel like a pirate
“I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.”
— Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via llleighsmith)
Let’s sit here 🍃