What I’m giving you
I’m giving you the neatly stacked clothing sitting on my shelves
You’re welcome to take a seat on my bed
When I leave the room you can take a look at the books and perfume on my side table
The blinds will be drawn and you will see my morning view
I even invite you to tell me I’m pretty
But all of that is nothing
I won’t let you see the tape I listen to at night
Don’t you dare open my draw
Under the covers are just for me
You won’t see my favourite T-shirt
or the teddy I sleep with
and you’re definitely not allowed to tell me something true.
"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you."
- Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)
(Source: fleurishes, via betweenlegs)
when i hate you which is always
I want to smash a mirror with my bare hands. blood will run all over the broken panes of glass. my blood. i want to pick up the jagged piece and stab you in the heart. so that the end snaps off & after i pull out the shard and after the doctors stitch you up… . there will always be a part of me in your heart. forever.
"The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it feels as if the ideas contained in the book are disappearing as the pages turn to ashes and the cover and binding-which is the term for the stitching and glue that holds the pages together-blacken and curl as the flames do their wicked work. When someone is burning a book, they are showing utter contempt for all of the thinking that produced its ideas, all of the labor that went into its words and sentences, and all of the trouble that befell the author, from the swarm of termites that tried to destroy his notes, to the large boulder that someone rolled onto the illustrator as he sat by the edge of the pond waiting for the delivery of the manuscript."
- Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events - The Penultimate Peril (via scarletsunshine)
Anonymous asked: are you in love?
am i human
i wish i had a super tight-knit group of friends that i fought crime with