May 2009
19 posts
Today your love, tomorrow the world.
That one drummer in that one band
She didn’t know what to do, or how to explain the way she was feeling. Her entire body tingled in a way it never had. She tried to concentrate, to get her bearings, to not let her hormones run away with her as her father had put it. He never told her that her hormones would put up such a good fight.
It was so hard to concentrate with his lips on her neck, and his hand down there. He probably knew...
The same thing happened over and over:
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
via harpy
"I guess it's better to be ignored than tortured,"... →
rackk and ruin →
genius.
He said, "Because I can," wasn't a real answer.
So she looked for answers. For reasons they kissed. For reasons they stopped kissing. For reasons she didn’t call him back. She thought of mean answers, of nice answers, of vague ones. None of them felt like the truth.
He said, “Why do you ignore me?”
She said, “Because I can.”
It's about the beauty in destruction, our...
“You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how...”
– Jack London (via withoutmelissa) (via scout)
