heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

i’m thinking of retiring this blog. or just deleting everything, since i am the kind of person that gets tired of things as fast as i get used to them.


When someone cries, after making love spills
a pail of tears inside, it is the ache
of years, all the early years’ emptiness
hollowed into a pail-like form which fills
with feeling now felt aloud, that resounds.

Why would an orgasm make someone weep?
Why, for being loved now when one had not been.
The anger tendered into tears astounds
the lover with fear to have struck so deep.


   ~    Molly Peacock (via frigid-digits)
 640711 1st October 2014

"I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where they two mutually inspire each other to live– if I’ m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love."

   ~   Hayao Miyazaki

I feel this way about one of my fics

(via mortalhusk)

 37585 1st October 2014
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