The sky, it's roaring..
Pursuing beauty 'til its lair.
The sky, it's roaring..
Currently.. In Barbados.
"I loved you at your darkest."
Romans 5:8  (via rebreathing)
"…then she looked at me and said, “You, look so broken.” Her shoulders now slumped over with the last breath. I smiled politely and said, “…indeed I am.” Then she held my gaze but for a moment longer and our hearts shot sparks at each other. I exhaled to out my fire lifting my head now inches higher; she closed her eyes to extinguish hers and that broke her heart. Because, instantly we knew, we understood. Women know.
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Somehow women understand each other, I guess in the same way mothers just ‘know’ about the children of their womb- it was intuitive, it was God. Real women, understand real women."
The Stranger
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other-wordly:

pronunciation | quAn-‘trel

This. All. Damn. Day. Exquisite word.
"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you."

Elay Neal Moses

(via 33113)

"One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn’t, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away."
Nicole Krauss, Great House (via larmoyante)
"How deep they drove themselves into me, the things it was impossible to say aloud."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath [via: pakizah] (via monamade)
"I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use — silence, exile, and cunning."
James Joyce (via monamade)
"..Just 1 loyal heart.. or maybe 3."
"You were made to be kissed, often and well."
George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via larmoyante)
"Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better."
Henry Rollins (via ohfairies)
"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world."
Joanne Harris (via mercurieux)
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gazebo (by Roy Cheung Photography)