"It was probably nothing but it felt like the world."
Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)

(Source: hannaaurora, via oregonfairy)


Open at your own speed, but open. Dig what’s happening to you. By “dig” I mean get into it. There are lessons for you there. And when it gets uncomfortable, that’s an important time to open and dig. There’s treasure in them thar hills.
-Jeff Bridges responding to a request for “wisdom” during a Reddit AMA
(h/t fakeagainstthemachine)

the drive in theatre tour with Spitta 7/9
Jet life. 

I walked past you on
the street today and
I could not make myself
breathe right.

I had to remind my
heart that the pieces
of you I had once fought
to help you keep had
drowned long ago.

I place flowers by
the water every morning.

I had to remind myself
that those lips were not
the same ones that opened
gates that had been
rusted shut, not the same
ones that filled my body
with music and this vibrato
of wanting.

I think of the day you
told me you no longer
loved me. I walk

I think of the skin I
slept against all those
nights we could not
convince ourselves to
move. I stumble on
flat concrete.

These are the days I
miss you most, when I
see you and am forced
to remind myself that
you no longer live in
the body I once knew so
well. You moved away
so long ago.

the boy you loved has moved away from the body you know to be his, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

science side of tumblr please explain this. 

Happy Wednesday. Wutang is forever