You can have my isolation You can have the hate that it brings You can have my...
She shut herself from the world away, Nor any soul she saw. She smoke by night,...
They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When...– Bill Hicks
I’ll confess all of my sins after several large gins but still I’ll hide from...– (via littlesparrow)
we die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed,...– the english patient (via littlesparrow)
a celle qui est trop gaie
This completely reminds me of a girl I go to school with, Grace. littlesparrow: ces robes folles sont l’emblème dton esprit bariolé; folle dont je suis affolé, je te hais autant que je t’aime! your rainbow dresses are just the symbols of your many-coloured soul; madwoman, that I love so madly, I hate you as much as I love. [apologies for crappy translation, mr baudelaire]
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of...– Chuck Palahniuk (Diary) (via luxuriousvulgarity) (via mathewparkin) (via jeralyndwile) (via robot-heart) (via littlesparrow)
darling I want to kiss your burning mouth your sad dark eyes and your...– the loved ones … does noone love this band but me? (via littlesparrow)
then she learns on his neck and whispers low “whither thou goest, I will go”...– ballad of a runaway horse (via littlesparrow)
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...– Hunter S. Thompson The Proud Highway (via lovelessramblings) (via gin-boots) (via littlesparrow)
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but...– a poem for swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe: By Charles Bukowski (via ericanicole) (via beenthinking) I don’t know how I feel about this. (via littlesparrow)
Kissing is the best part.
littlesparrow: luxnightmare: (Or, a rare glimpse into my heart.) I think what I really learned from years of being slutty is that kissing is the best part. Unless you’re getting into a relationship, there’s this inevitable sadness to all sexual encounters — even good sexual encounters, even the best sex — because it means the end of it all. The end of the flirtation, the moment of promise,...
while i’ve been going on the blood from my wrist has travelled to my heart...– the collected works of billy the kid (via littlesparrow)
It’s a wonder I’m even alive. Sometimes I think that. I think that I can’t...– Running With Scissors, Augusten Burroughs (via allemmaj)
They talk of my drinking but never my thirst.– Scottish Saying (via whokilled) (via littlesparrow)
littlesparrow: ledgeradio: alphabetpony: We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck. The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldn’t be doing this kiss. The...
don’t wanna meet your kin select you or dissect you or inspect you or reject...– can’t stop listenin to you bobby. I love how he sounds like he’s laughing at himself all the way through this. (via littlesparrow)