07 May
Iubirea e un tango: doi paşi înainte şi unul înapoi.
27 Apr
I am a visitor here: I am not permanent.
19 Apr
I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.
II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.
III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.
IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.
V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.
VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)
(Source: clementinevonradics)
19 Apr
Au ramas asa multe cuvinte nespuse care nu vor mai fi spuse niciodata..
(Source: graffitipeinima)
