"

We were all wearing party hats,
Fingers stained with cigarette smoke and cheap wine
And I wanted to live in a way that made me feel alive.
Sometimes, all I want to do is chew on your shoulder
It is made of cinnamon
And cloves
And ginger
And probably none of those things,
But your heart is golden.

I have nickel feet
As we walk home, arms linked
The four of us through half-lit streets
We become fruit bats, “straight to bed, no snacks”
But first, the highlights
Sitting under a table with a boy,
Slow dancing in a smoke filled room
Kissing a wolverine-boy
The sparkler bomb that burnt my fingers
And the dogs that chased us back inside

These dogs are chasing me across my skin
They pull you along
I am the snow plains, and some days
I fall so heavy you can write your name onto me
Wave your arms and create angels
We sit on the floor of the kitchen
“Not straight to bed, and all the snacks”

Those angels you drew, they sing to me
About all the things that make me happy
Like socks and rainy days and wasps nests and balloons
And you
You make me happy
And these angels find songs for all these things
And remind me what it’s like to write with joy.

"

~   NO ONE IS LEAVING THIS PARTY UNTIL THEY KISS A BOY
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"I suppose beauty first touched you and then the rest of the world. It is a certainty of mine; It first touched you, the world simply followed."

~   Virginia Woolf, from Selected Letters (via mercurieux)

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24th May 2013✧19:01859 notes
monolithzine: Petra, Jordan.An ancient city famous for its rock-carved architecture and water-conduit system. May have been built up to 2,300 years ago.
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"That wonderful, terrible time when reason, if only for a moment, lost its claim on you."

~   Christian Wiman (via garedelest)

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24th May 2013✧18:386 notes

"Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."

~   C. S. Lewis (via anibbleofwhimsy)

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aseaofquotes: Louise Erdich, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse
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"When did party hats stop being something we celebrate
When did we forget to live with the simple joyous rapture
Of being uninhibited by good taste,
Wellington boots on sunny days
Mismatched socks
Climbing trees
Running through the streets screaming about all the things to be excited about
When did composure become more respected
Than unquestioning happiness
When did we stop staring at the stars in wonder?"

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