SIN IN I
(valerie.)

"I don't want comfort.
I want God,
I want poetry,
I want real danger,
I want freedom,
I want goodness,
I want SIN."
Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.
By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)

(via hopeliesinalaska)

I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
— C.R.  (via antiquedvintage)

(via hopeliesinalaska)

Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
— L. Gabriel  (via enjoui)

(Source: abluesforbrklyn, via hopeliesinalaska)

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.
— Keith Miller (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: conflictingheart, via darkling-ilisten)


July 18, 2012 - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
kevinkinky-:

the devil and god are shredding inside me 
jenner-news:

Kendall: “on top of the world”
Listen to me carefully.
Don’t you dare love me
through the blood of the girls
who came before me.
If you can’t love me
without taking the knife
to someone else,
I’d rather you didn’t love me
at all.

— “but you’re prettier than she was” and other bad words, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(via loveyourchaos)

Act my age?
What the fuck is that, “act my age”?
What do I care how old I am?
The Ocean is old as fuck.
It will still drown your ass with vigor.

— the greatest thing i have ever read  (via get-fit2fuck)

(Source: howitzerliterarysociety, via live--love--fitness)