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"I am in love with the
the quiet in my bones,
my own desires, and
the jumps and drops my
heart makes
before I am in love
with any person."

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flansjohnburgh:

theantigovernor:

flansjohnburgh:

what does html stand for?

hypertext markup language

no i mean like, what does it believe in?

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"

I can’t write on my blog because he might read it. He says he likes girls like me, girls who are quiet and unassuming on the surface, yet so dark to the touch. You’ve got skin like suicide, he says. Skin like jumping out of a burning building. Heart like a car crash. Eyes like you’ve heard this all before.

I think you’re seeing me as more than I am, I tell him. What makes you say that? Because, I say. You’re boxing me into some tragedy. What if I want to be a soap opera? Or a comedy? You, he says, looking at me very seriously. You were not made to be enjoyed and then forgotten.

I am trying to wrap my head around being everything to someone. I remind myself that this is what I’ve always wanted-to be an idea, elusive and free, floating in and out of people’s lives. This is what I’ve asked for, but I never expected it to feel this lonely.

I am not simply tragedy. Not just epic novel, everlasting play, straight-to-VHS sob story. I contain elements of more, with my skin like a drugstore paperback, heart like a scratched record, and eyes like I’ve skipped ahead and read the last page. I am not not looking for a writer to brand my story. Nor am I a book you can store alongside your other tragedies. I am the whole damn library.

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I’m off to thailand for a month, bye guys