“Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.”
— Haruki Murakami (via psych-quotes)
“They call us killers, honey,
I say with teeth clenched around your jugular.
You’ve got them graveyard hands,
nails dredged up from diamond mines,
bones screaming bloody murder.
I wear combat boots and only smoke Camels,
like how you look with a noose around your neck.
Teach me to breathe poetry in the hollows
of your spine, bruise my name down your back.
With teeth made of cigarette smoke
and wrists of chewed leather,
I keep you perched on pretty legs
in the passenger seat of my father’s old car,
radio turned to love songs we never learned to sing.
We weren’t made for that marrying kind of tender;
we kiss like addicts hungry for a hit.
We are fighters, not lovers –
poets who plot murders and get drunk
to find God or our mothers’ ghosts,
spend all our time applying assonance to bar fights.
You’re good for alliterations and throwing punches,
you keep the boys hungry and on their knees.
I’m not good for much at all, baby,
A useless kid with knuckles bruised from living –
Killers, honey, killers.”
— This Is What They Call Us | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
Let’s swim to the moon.
Let’s climb through the tide.
Penetrate the evening that the city sleeps to hide.
— Jim Morrison (via styleallureattitude)
“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via moaka)
(Source: frenchtouchx, via lllostt)
“Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.”
— Vera Nazarian (via observando)
“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole.”
— (via soondiss)
(Source: psych-facts, via freemind-openheart)
“Don’t touch me. Please, don’t touch me. You mustn’t. You must know. I can’t stand it, that’s all. Please understand.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)
“If we grew our own food, we wouldn’t waste a third of it as we do today. If we made our own tables and chairs, we wouldn’t throw them out the moment we changed the interior decor. If we had to clean our own drinking water, we probably wouldn’t contaminate it.”
— Mark Boyle (via explore-everywhere)
(Source: lostinamerica, via smellslikethe80s)