May 2013
9 posts
godlegos:
milkydayy:
i know everyones freaking out about yahoo buying tumblr but maybe just maybe its the beggining of something
it’s been less than one day and we’re already shipping it
yahoo has no idea what it’s just done
violentwavesofemotion:
I love you in a starless, moonless, completely dark place. I love you in a place where we are the mad ones and tend to mock the “sane” ones because they don’t make us much of an impression. I love you in some place of formless grace where beauty and ugliness coexist so rhythmically you can only focus on their flow and never on them separately. I think I love you in a place...
violentwavesofemotion:
I love the natural warmth of some people. I love their discretion, their gentleness. Some people simply seize you from within; their inner space is uncommonly distinctive. Think about it: Mostly, you are going to be devastatingly alone. You will barely be able to carry around your thoughts let alone come to terms with the impossibility of sharing them with others. But in...
violentwavesofemotion:
Soul-commitment: I’d only dare traverse that forbidden territory with a person whose strangeness would fly in and out of me. She would have a tongue of sea water & she would eloquently speak of fluid worlds. Her utterances would resemble celestial echoes; as soon as they’d come out of her mouth they would look like abstract lines of unreachable thought. Yes; she would...
April 2013
50 posts
itsdamonsalvatorebitches:
We’re all gay for Nina Dobrev’s ass
And boobs
violentwavesofemotion:
You leave magnifying impressions on torn pages. You’d never climb on a star empty-handed. Such is your grace. You like word plays and you like poetry storms. And everything is in your head, everything; silence, misty days, a plenitude of distinctly coloured autumn leaves, folk songs, ink pens, jazz musical organs and old typewriters. You are walking up and down in front of...
violentwavesofemotion:
I was made to meet the sky. So, come, pack all of our clothes, take me to a mind-flight; take me somewhere I shall be given a chance to feel as soft as a cloud, horizon-edged, graffitied with serenity. I want to lean out of a luminous word; it might be the word “perhaps”, it might be the word “shapelessness”. I want to lean out of it and gently float across a virginal...
violentwavesofemotion:
How great are these self-revealing moments; the light dim, the central point of your palm transfiguring my fingertips, wandering inside of them and filling them with arrival; altogether making your touch increasingly invincible, almost glorious. I got terrified tonight. You were paying attention at every word that was coming out of my mouth and so I had to a) be attentive...
violentwavesofemotion:
I always seem to find something in my mind that strangely connects you with me; It might be the simplest, tiniest thing; a movie recommendation you made months ago, some flower I’ve kept out of the numerous ones you bring yourself to randomly give me on cloudy days. I carry parts of you even in this entirely silent place I occasionally immerse myself in. I don’t know why...
“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping (via violentwavesofemotion)
lucrezias-sparklyhairnet:
This episode could also be titled:
Cesare is Unimpressed Unless You Are Lucrezia
disneyprincest:
*straps on toolbelt and turns on helmet light* time to edit my theme
“Now I have nobody, nobody but fear. Clinging to one another, we shoot through...”
– Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (via violentwavesofemotion)
violentwavesofemotion:
Something still is in the air; I slowly become aware of the encompassing silence. It is not linear, it seems to fearfully expand. I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. It is not a winter frigit night nor it is a summer hellish day. It is merely spring. A wave of sickly oxygen transcends above me. Suddenly I find it so hard to speak in the first person. “I” is chocking my...
“You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going,...”
– Anne Sexton, Going Gone (via violentwavesofemotion)
sanderlust:
my biggest fear is falling and dying in the shower and my family finding me naked
