I’m afraid of what’s inside your heart more than I am afraid of what’s going on in your head. M said, “Give it to God, girl. Just pray and let him take care of you.” It felt good to let go, but still I’m afraid of the unknown.
yeah, I think salsa’s an aphrodisiac. What of it?
You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage -...– Stephen R Covey (via kari-shma)
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.– Josephine Hart (via loveyourchaos)
foreveramaggot: oh my fucking god can i just be one of those people who go to a bunch of concerts and always get backstage and like get souvenirs and band merch nope. you gotta earn that shit.
I’ve given up my Bible, you moved out of state.
Windblown whispers wind naked down the corridor Thoughts leavin’ my head, they twist through yours What will become of these gestures that we made I’ve given up my Bible, you moved out of state Wearily waitin’ on the wastin’ of his days A sad son’s smoldering soul Give you three bucks for your sympathy and another for a cigarette The interaction feels so cold Oh the...
You must be an illusion.
I just got home from Bunbury. Well, this morning, around 4am. But I’m just waking up from it. This whole weekend was like a surrealist dream. I want to blog about it all, I want to talk about everything, but my mind isn’t caught up yet. Soon, very soon.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you. beautiful.
I don't know how to tell you.
Sometimes, I don’t want to feel like an inconvenience. Sometimes, I just want a little bit of your time.