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I live for you, I long for you olivia
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ouch.. oUCH
"The subtle and deadly change of heart that might occur in you would be involved with the realization that a civilization is not destroyed by wicked people; it is not necessary that people be wicked but only that they be spineless."
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
"promise me," harry says slowly, "that when this is over, we'll run away together."
louis laughs from beside him and sits up. in this darkness, harry can't see his eyes, but he guesses they're filled with mirth.
"you truly are crazy," louis shakes his head. "we don't have anything, harry. here, it's different. here, we can sneak out and come back before anyone notices. but in the real world, it's much more complicated."
"i'm being serious," harry whispers. "i have nothing, louis. nowhere to go."
"louis pauses. the smile fades from his face as he lays back down. the cigarette rests between his lips for a long time.
"we'll see, fire boy," louis says finally, his voice tired. "promises are a lot to make in the dark."
louis laughs from beside him and sits up. in this darkness, harry can't see his eyes, but he guesses they're filled with mirth.
"you truly are crazy," louis shakes his head. "we don't have anything, harry. here, it's different. here, we can sneak out and come back before anyone notices. but in the real world, it's much more complicated."
"i'm being serious," harry whispers. "i have nothing, louis. nowhere to go."
"louis pauses. the smile fades from his face as he lays back down. the cigarette rests between his lips for a long time.
"we'll see, fire boy," louis says finally, his voice tired. "promises are a lot to make in the dark."
“The story hadn’t changed. Only the costumes. Only the players.” — Bone Gap by Laura Ruby
pain #5:
“Would you dance with me
in the middle of this room
if I took your hand?”
“Would you dance with me
in the middle of this room
if I took your hand?”
“That paradox would begin to ruin my life: to know what you are doing is hurting you, maybe killing you, and to be afraid of that fact- but to cling to the idea that this will save you, it will, in the end, make things okay.” — Marya Hornbacher, Wasted
“freedom only means something when it’s paired with the feel of Louis’ skin”
my dad has a tell for when he's gonna be horrible to me so basically i run away whenever the tell shows up
Sняιѕнтι ~ qυєєη σƒ тнє ηєω вяσкєη ѕcєηє wrote: "my dad has a tell for when he's gonna be horrible to me so basically i run away whenever the tell shows up"
i wish i could run away sometimes
i wish i could run away sometimes
running away is damn hard, what i do is i just take strolls around my block until it's night and i know my dad has fallen asleep #smooth
i wouldnt ever //actually run away, but i do think about it sometimes.
I wish i was brave enough to walk around at night :( i live in a pretty safe town but the nighttime turns me into an anxious trash pile of heightened emotions and it's not fun
I wish i was brave enough to walk around at night :( i live in a pretty safe town but the nighttime turns me into an anxious trash pile of heightened emotions and it's not fun
sometimes ill just.. remember how dumb it is that homosexuality isnt accepted in some places like???
Mod
trueeee
(y)eah im d(e)finitely (s)o not gay (i) (a)bsolutely a(m) not no siree
How’s it going? Where’s it going? And is it going at all?
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Paul Rée
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Paul Rée
"Why should calamity be full of words?" — Shakespeare, Richard III, Act IV, Scene IV, L. 130.
"The truth wasn't easily identifiable. You could spot a lie, but the opposite of a lie wasn't always the truth." —Stephen Galloway, The Confabulist
It is a constant struggle not to become the thing you hate most. —The Confabulist
“I love you,” Louis managed to get out, as he risked a look up into Harry’s eyes again. He almost laughed after he said it because he meant it so thoroughly. —WAU
"The summertime, and butterflies, all belong to your creation."
what kinda..
what kinda..
oh goodness ive been sucked into tronnor someone save me
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA tronnor is a void
you know what is such a fire song? stereo hearts
the new season of sherlock?? doesn't come out until 2017??? why do they hate me??
"i am a lover and have not found my thing to love." -sherwood anderson
I live in longing, in fire, in rebellion–
— Adonis, from ‘This Is My Name’, Selected Poems
— Adonis, from ‘This Is My Name’, Selected Poems
This must be what I wanted to be doing,
Walking at night between the two deserts,
Singing.
— W. S. Merwin, “Air”
Walking at night between the two deserts,
Singing.
— W. S. Merwin, “Air”
I needed my mistakes
in their own order
to get me here
— W. S. Merwin, “Wild Oats”
in their own order
to get me here
— W. S. Merwin, “Wild Oats”
…daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
— e. e. cummings
the goal of living is to grow)
— e. e. cummings
me: *wakes up*
me: good morning i love louis
me: good morning i love louis
"I feel as if I had been in the world a thousand years, and I trail my life behind me like an endless scarf. Often I have no desire to live at all."
— Anton Chekhov, The Sea-gull
— Anton Chekhov, The Sea-gull
The universe is a solitary place, and all its creatures do nothing but reinforce in solitude. In it, I have never met anyone, I have only stumbled across ghosts.
— Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints
— Emil Cioran, Tears and Saints
there's a moment when you finally realize there's no way you can change the rolling tide
"I might never be the hands you put your heart in"
Sняιѕнтι ~ qυєєη σƒ тнє ηєω вяσкєη ѕcєηє wrote: "hey angel is haunting me"
I UNDERSTAND
it's a song on one direction's new album and.. i will die when i hear it
I UNDERSTAND
it's a song on one direction's new album and.. i will die when i hear it
nothing's gonna change my world *music note* nothing's gonna change my world *music note*
My heart is no longer beating for anyone; it’s as if it were no longer beating at all, it’s as if everyone else in the world had already fallen to dust.
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins
— Simone de Beauvoir, The Mandarins
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