March 2012
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Long days fading into long fucking nights, humid starry starry nights. Out back at mom’s with sleepytime tea, and Nina Simone albums. I feel so infinite, and so aware of my God damn soul. This old porch swing is withering, and getting sadder each year. Dad installed it on some spring morning not very different from this one. Fog rising up from the pond and distant locusts making melody....
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February 2012
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I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via deathiswhimsicaltoday)
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Coffee coffee coffee and sugar sugar sugar. He seemed more like a transparent, glowing phantasm than something solid, flesh and bone and sinew and blood; I couldn’t help but keep nearly-shuddering as I felt I was looking straight through him. Despite this, he was solid not cold as I imagine a phantom would be, but warm and human. Sometimes, when I get too high, an involuntary but amazingly...
Anonymous asked: Have you fucked V?
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His name is V—, and he almost always bring me candy and treats - these being bars of xanax - of all different colours. I can see a very professionally hidden melancholia, a sadness, in him that somehow makes him seem babyish; all his handsome James Dean features soften as he showers me with nervous compliments; and in his moments soft and unsure and babyish, I want to take care of him -...
Silly Scarlet. Always lusting for the unattainable, the detached, the they-want-nothing-of-you’s, the taken, the long distance
Whatever.
More whiskey
less wishes,
less women woes.
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ijustreallyfuckinglovecats:
xvxavier:
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
take note please
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She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.
– - Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via vintague)
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You can never be overdressed or overeducated.
– Oscar Wilde (via mmementomori)