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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via petrichour)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com)

inelegancies:

all this time i thought i was hungry for freeze pops, or wild strawberries and the fragile thorns they leave in my thumb
or hungry for 90 percent humidity and drowning in you/the lake or for smelling sunscreen on your arms and then tasting it bitter and warm
and i starved, thought i was starving for things like july and cool hands and playing music so our parents wouldn’t hear
thought my ribs were showing for you 

(Source: vinstage)

ufansius:

Dew Drops on Peony - Hanne Lore Koehler

I kissed a girl
Wearing a cross
Around her neck
Her lips didn’t taste
Like church
But her hips
Felt like god
I wonder what
Her pastor would
Have thought
I wonder if that
Cross around her neck
Meant more to me
Than it does
To her

Jesse Feinman, An Atheist on a date  (via vvolare)

(Source: uoa)


rock-me-sexy-jesus:

NOPE

(Source: iraffiruse)


fuckindiva:

M.I.A. on set of Bring the Noize video clip by Liz Johnson-Artur, 2013

alternations:

a poem by yours truly


(Source: nearlyvintage)

(Source: ecneloiv)

You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.
Buddha (via kushandwizdom)

gotitfromthatbasehead:

Keith Haring

(Source: whatupfatlip)

(Source: yungvenchy)

(Source: fohk)

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