You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.

Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection.

I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

—Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade) (via fuckyeahhenryrollins, fuckyeahhenryrollins) (via hipbonesandheartbreak, hipbonesandheartbreak) (via didileavemylifetochance, didileavemylifetochance)
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Why do boys always* wear odd socks? Like do they not realise? Do they not care? Who does their laundry?
The other day my mate was wearing one white trainer sock and one bright blue spotted long sock and didn’t seem to notice.


I think I should tell you what people are saying behind your back…


"Nice ass."


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fernweh [feyrn-vey] —(noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the english word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound, it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home.   (via mirroir)


park (by connie cooper)

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ohno i’ve stopped breathing


when someone says something so wrong that really pisses you off but you don’t wanna start an argument so you just sit there like