December 2010
“I’m just another stupid human.”
– I Am The Messenger, Markus Zusak (via dailyliterature)
Hunger
I want to feel you, let you fill the lines of my palms the cracks of my lips our mouths frozen in time, guttural sounds catching on the sharp edges working out the language of our sweat shelled bodies spilled across the sheets
hang me from your hips, wrapped in the scents of pine and cold winter air the things I hold onto when I’ve closed my eyes and can’t decipher what it means to be...
Love
maybe this is it, the answer spilled out across sweet appled lips a lot of tongue action, it touches and moves back the soft sounds catching on the weave of creased skin and starch tangled sheets vibrating between bones eking from my pores my saccharine scent
My (work) life.
Me: Just got attacked by Kwanzaa books. FML.
Kate: THOSE EXIST?
“You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.”
– I Am the Messenger, Markus Zusak (via dailyliterature)
“The poet takes from life that which is quite particular and individual, and...”
– Schopenhauer (via flannelowl)
“Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts.”
– To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)