i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

- E.E. Cummings

"Its not just about sex… Don’t get me wrong sex is fucking great… But when you have a connection with someone… When you feel so strong for someone… Just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak… You just cant beat that…"

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"

I wanted to tell you about the time when I was six and my teacher asked how I was one a scale of one to ten and I said green because feelings are much more colours than numbers.

I wanted to tell you about the time I was fourteen and out walking and a dog starting following next to me and I felt so un-alone I walked for hours just to stay with him

I wanted to tell you about the time when I was eighteen and my grandmother who hadn’t seen me for four years opened the door and started crying because I looked like my long dead grandfather.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 20 and a girl in a bar told me she loved the taste of scotch off someone else’s lips.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 21 and you slept over and my wind chimes kept waking you up so I sneaked outside and threw them on the ground.

I wanted to tell you about when I was 23 and spending two days alone overseas because I wanted to have an adventure instead of wanting to come back with stories. And how I drove around alone and sat in cafes and on beaches. And at the end of the second day I went to the bar and talked to a bartender. And after two days of speaking to people who could only half speak back I realised words don’t matter and words are everything.

And now I can’t tell you that your color is definitely peach sky just at sunrise. And like that dog I’d walk along next to you just because I could. And seeing you again I understand better why my grandmother was crying. And that kissing you was better than scotch off any lips. And like my windchimes I destroyed myself because I hurt you.

And how it’s like I’ve spent those days alone overseas and then you’ve wandered into that bar and spoken to me natively which is just everything.

"

I wanted to tell you

"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

Kurt Vonnegut

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

chris pratt is a comedic genius, appreciate it

"I’m out of my mind but feel free to leave a message"

"I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t."

W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil (via wordsnquotes)

"…and she smiled and her face was heartbreaking."

Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via violentwavesofemotion)

hollyhocksandtulips:

Happy Friday

hollyhocksandtulips:

Happy Friday

"Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening."

Greta Garbo

"Nobody can save you but yourself — and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning — this is it."

Charles Bukowski

(Source: larmoyante)

"You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life."

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

(Source: katuytiepo)

Before Sunrise (1995)

"Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."

Haruki Murakami,The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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