Sometimes I get a little sad, and I feel like being alone. Then I talk to my cat...– James Franco (via papillonpapillon)
I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk...– Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (via gaws)
just unwittingly consumed a year-and-a-half...
am I going to die but it tasted so good
at the thought of you
warsanshire: i gut fruit with my mouth push tongue into black belly of papaya peel lychee with teeth bite into ripe pear suck on stone of mango all of this, over the kitchen sink barefoot middle of winter sticky hands pushing hair away from face moaning into sweet flesh the whole time your name flat against the roof of my mouth.
Today I had the misfortune of hearing Kanye West/Jay-Z sample Cassius, and I can’t stem the bleeding from my ears. I always laugh when mainstream artists rap/sing on top of a perfectly good song, and mangle it completely by fighting against the sound; adding in jarring percussion effects, autotuning or other stupid shit. But quite frankly I’m surprised - these two have done an...
victim-of-convenience: I’d blanket you in metaphors and whispered softly je t’adores would warm your ear as sun to skin No adjectives so sweet as sin The lines left on my fingertips would space in breath upon your lips and pressed thereon might then convey what poetry oft fails to say but tries in every sigh exhaled as I do still, although I’ve failed to craft the words not yet conceived to earn...