Even the stars burn, darling. Greet darkness like a friend and let the stars stack inside you until your bones bleed into the milky way.
“October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.”

 —J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets



“Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.”

 —(via ausden)

(via hotbrewedcoffee)





mapetrow-from-allofit:

but, I do love you…

even when you’re in his arms
even under his heavy breath
even screaming out his name
- yes, I hear it
but I love you -

even down, dumped and dragged
across the vacuum of your silence
through the wormholes of your stare
- I am pulverized
but I love you -

even now as I am pouncing
on every letter of this poem
fingers bruise and swell with pain
- can you feel it,
how I love you? -

manic doldrums wrap desire,
another woman’s touch is fog
and I cannot pronounce your name
without disappearing
- but, I love you -

(via mapetrow-from-allofit)





“I don’t understand anything any more. You love me. I love you. What’s happening to us?”

 —Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins



erraticerotica:

 Cara Thayer and Louie Van Patten - “Confrontational Paintings of Intimacy”

erraticerotica:

 Cara Thayer and Louie Van Patten - “Confrontational Paintings of Intimacy”

(via mooneyedandglowing)



There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

 —(via elenamjacobs)

(via hotbrewedcoffee)



To A Friend Who Went Back to Him

writingsforwinter:

Do not cave like your grandmother’s spine did

the day she fell down the stairs for the last time.

Loneliness is just a sheep in wolves’ clothing.

You know exactly how to tame it, to let it eat out of your palm.

When he puts up his fists, remember that all palm lines start as maps

and eventually reincarnate into sorrow.

Once, his body led the way and taught you everything you knew-

now be your own teacher.

Relearn how to survive.

There will be days when the rain feels like his mouth on yours,

but know he is the thunderstorm

that once struck you down like lightning

and will no longer.

You have the courage to weather this.

Open your mouth and howl.

You are the coyote.

You, only you.

The moon will bow to you

just like he will

when you show up in his nightmares.

oh my god, I fucking love this.



“I tried to love you less. I couldn’t.”

 — Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins