Homesickness.

You’ll find me in the library.

lizzystewartdiary:

April 24th 2012

fantastic-life:

Richard Brautigan

(Source: punk-aversion, via caravanvoyager)

Set your sights straight now
Don’t forget pain
Drink ‘til tomorrow becomes yesterday
Think of the shorelines you have yet to see
Men who will hold you with eyes you believe

In 2005 I was madly in lust with this man; as only a wide-eyed 20 year old can be. Cut to 4 minutes in.

Love her.

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,

come on, let us sway together,

under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

caravanvoyager:

if you’ve been having a bad day

here’s a hedgehog with a strawberry on its head

even if you haven’t been having a bad day

here’s something to make your day better

(Source: 2paingah)

if the lights are on or off, if we’re in the kitchen

or the bedroom, half-naked or fully disrobed at six

or seven when we should be thinking about other things

and I really don’t care for this position or that particular

slant of events like the time we did it outside and

I really don’t care for a hotel bed in another country

where we memorized exotic smells before and after

we’d eaten downstairs and you said you’d like to talk

about the suppleness of scent, how it curves like hips

traced by fingertips before you fall asleep and dreams

curl under your lids the way a woman’s lipstick

is another shade when it’s two in the morning and

you’re drinking from her lips and I really don’t care

if it takes fifteen minutes or thirty days, if the sheets

are cotton or silk or semen stained and dripping

wet as long as I see dilated eyes speaking our sex

when you tell me there is nothing left.

- Alison Daniel, And I Don’t Really Care