I’ve been left alone in Bubba’s house. I’m too young for their adventures.
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
Chuck Palahniuk (via psych-facts)
There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything
Luna Adriana (via silly-luv)
If you keep touching me and looking at me like a fragile piece of art I’m going to have to ask you to never ever stop.
Never let your girl stand out in a thunderstorm too long, it will become her resurrection. The wind and bassdrum of water is the same thing as CPR, 32 beats before she leans her head back and laughs in a way that sounds like she’s finally alive. The lightning will be a defibrillator right across her brainstem and her eyes will become full of an unbearable brightness, too powerful to stare into and too beautiful to turn away from. She has become witch in that instant as if her whole body is trembling with a magic so potent it could atomize her, as if the only thing tying her to her personhood is just her skin. All else has become a tempest.
Please. Don’t you know that lightning burns five times hotter than the sun? You will see her like that with her wild nature exploding from her cautious one - you will see her like that, that perfect moment of being recklessly undone - and she will burn herself into you for an eternity. You cannot stare into the heart of that and not just fall in love.
Aquarium pt 2
Fuck, I want to have her in ways no one else has ever had her or ever will have her.
A.A. (via crossingcolors)