I need a life that isn’t just about needing to escape my life.
Robert Polito, excerpt from “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie” (via larmoyante)
4 hours ago
She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower
and you don’t think you’ve ever seen
anything more beautiful than
the way she walks towards you
with a towel on her head,
water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
and you don’t even notice.
Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl (via secrethistorys)
18 hours ago
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via autumn-freckles)
(Source: canhappenlove, via autumn-freckles)
1 day ago
reblog if you are into bondage or if you like french fries
(Source: reheating, via maryyannneeee)
2 days ago
I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy.
Vincent van Gogh, from Letters (1875-1890)
(Source: oiseauperdu, via girlnah)
4 days ago