“Lately, I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
Andrea Gibson  (via wiltedbones)

(via 5000letters)

“the first time we kissed
a tornado blew its way through Kansas
and a small town in Arizona fell to its knees
at the sight of a forest fire
we told ourselves not to mourn
that maybe we were the creation borne
from the destruction
we’d learnt that there’s no such thing
as beauty in the breakdown
but we fell into each other
like a jetplane with a loose wing
I held onto you so desperately
that five months later the nail marks on your forearms
still spelt my name it looked like someone
had pressed cigarette butts to your skin
but it was only me and it was only you
and somehow we ruined everything but each other
if we were ever sorry for any of it
I don’t remember
our bodies marked like graves
with each other’s mouths
it was all so beautiful
even when it went up in flames
see, because even when I hated you
I still wanted to touch you
and when we touched, baby
somewhere across the city a truck flipped off the road
and the electric went down
just for half a second, the time it took
for your hands to touch my hips
and turn my entire body into a lit match
for a solid month, we were nothing but hungry teeth
nothing but red marks and swollen lips
we were the reason for every natural disaster
and every car accident
this is the love our mothers never warned us about
the kind that tasted like lighter fluid
and lingered like gun powder under our nails
the kind that tried to split the earth right down the middle
just so it could breathe
this was the kind of love that the bible
wouldn’t talk about because it looked
too much like being buried alive
too much like a landscape made of bruises
too much like having a heart where the mouth should be
this was the kind of love Eve tumbled out of Eden for
I will never apologize for the way we were or the things we did
we could not help the volcano inside of our bodies
or how we burned like the treetops in Arizona
because this was the kind of love our mother’s didn’t warn us about
the kind we couldn’t even say out loud without
making the entire city shudder”
"The love our mothers didn’t warn us about" || Azra & Caitlyn  (via 5000letters)

(via 5000letters)

You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

Azra.T “Persephone”  (via 5000letters)

Frank Ocean | Wisemen

“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”

— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”

(via 5000letters)

So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

— The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

(via 5000letters)

  1. Bro 1: bro let's get matching anchor tattoos
  2. Bro 2: why bro?
  3. Bro 1: so our broship doesn't float away
  4. Bro 2: bro..

Back home, the girls are not soft —
they pit peaches with their teeth,
drink sadness like they’re starving.

They always dance alone,
listen to songs with lyrics
about strawberry wine.

They blossom like beer bottles,
wear october on their shins,
split open, screaming —

a foreign rose
just aching
for a fight.

— The Girls Back Home | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

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siriuslikesboys:

☾ fucking breathe || 2 + hours of music to help you calm down after a panic attack.


i. those to come - the shins ii. greendale is where i belong - ludwig gorranson iii. kisses and cake - john powell iv. moon river - audrey hepburn v. the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! - sufjan stevens vi. to build a home - cinematic orchestra vii. chantiers navals 412 - lj kruzer viii. pacific rim theme - music box version ix. up all night - oliver tank x. falling asleep with a book on your chest - lullatone xi. wind forest - my neighbor totoro xii. sea of love - cat power xiii. such great heights - iron wine xiv. flower garden - howl’s moving castle xv. can’t help falling in love - fleet foxes xvi. i will follow you into the dark - music box version xvii. holocene - bon iver xviii. boats and birds - gregory and the hawk xix. the breaking of the fellowship - lord of the rings xx.howl’s moving castle theme - music box version xxi. skinny love - birdy xxii. flesh and bone - keaton henson xxiii. never play - emily & the woods xxiv. morning talk/supersymmetry - arcade fire xxv. to your health - keaton henson xxvi. blinsided - bon iver xxvi. wolf trap motel - husky rescue xxviii. i don’t like it like this - the radio dept. xxix. help you breathe - oliver tank xxx. feel real - deptford goth lxi. child i will hurt you - crystal castles lxii. the departure - gattaca lxiii. i was lost without you - mass effect 3 lxiv. saturn - sleeping at last

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siriuslikesboys:

 fucking breathe || 2 + hours of music to help you calm down after a panic attack.
i. those to come - the shins ii. greendale is where i belong - ludwig gorranson iii. kisses and cake - john powell iv. moon river - audrey hepburn v. the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! - sufjan stevens vi. to build a home - cinematic orchestra vii. chantiers navals 412 - lj kruzer viii. pacific rim theme - music box version ix. up all night - oliver tank x. falling asleep with a book on your chest - lullatone xi. wind forest - my neighbor totoro xii. sea of love - cat power xiii. such great heights - iron wine xiv. flower garden - howl’s moving castle xv. can’t help falling in love - fleet foxes xvi. i will follow you into the dark - music box version xvii. holocene - bon iver xviii. boats and birds - gregory and the hawk xix. the breaking of the fellowship - lord of the rings xx.howl’s moving castle theme - music box version xxi. skinny love - birdy xxii. flesh and bone - keaton henson xxiii. never play - emily & the woods xxiv. morning talk/supersymmetry - arcade fire xxv. to your health - keaton henson xxvi. blinsided - bon iver xxvi. wolf trap motel - husky rescue xxviii. i don’t like it like this - the radio dept. xxix. help you breathe - oliver tank xxx. feel real - deptford goth lxi. child i will hurt you - crystal castles lxii. the departure - gattaca lxiii. i was lost without you - mass effect 3 lxiv. saturn - sleeping at last

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The only decent pictures I got from Wednesday, it was raining and I was scared for my camera

I’m going to Montmartre with my class Wednesday, I’ll try and upload the pictures on Sunday.

✯ VESPER THEMES