beautifully vulgar.

Some people will
turn to you,
to your body,
as a map
to find their
way home.

They will dive
into your river
and swim
through your
and you may
feel obliged
to ensure
their safe passage.

Do not allow
them to pass
without trial.

Do not promise
them calm,
knowing that
such favour shall
never return.

Until one fears
the risk of drowning
he shall never know
the beauty in the
wrath of the storm.

Nav K (via navk)
I am a fucking earth .
My heart doesn’t beat .
It quakes .
Fuck you . I love me .
"Chest Quakes" by Joseph Cook (via jnc-ink)

my heart breaks a little bit each day
sometimes for no reason at all
sometimes for all the reasons in the world


'but men have feelings too!'

yes.  we know.  we’ve been catering to them since the dawn of humanity.

Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.
An Unknown Genius (via basementantics)

I am guilty of too serious, too grave living, but never of shallow living. I have lived in the depths. My first tragedy sent me to the bottom of the sea; I live in a submarine, and hardly ever come to the surface. I love costumes, the foam of aesthetics, noblesse oblige, and poetic writers. At fifteen I wanted to be Joan of Arc, and later, Don Quixote. I never awakened from my familiarity with mirages, and I will end probably in an opium den. None of that is suitable for Harper’s Bazaar.

I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself. I wrote, lived, loved like Don Quixote, and on the day of my death I will say: ‘Excuse me, it was all a dream,’ and by that time I may have found one who will say: ‘Not at all, it was true, absolutely true.’

Anias Nin, excerpt from letter to Leo Lerman, 1946 (via kalliope-amorphous)

Method Man is my favorite member of Wu-Tang Clan.


Method Man is my favorite member of Wu-Tang Clan.