The current
won’t release
me, it whispers
the same tune,
the tides salty
heartstrings
tugged by
the moon.
I want to
be stranded
on your
beach once
more,
but I 
keep
getting
washed
up
on
the
same
bleak
shore. 




(- Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

(Source: lustsandluxuries)

)







(- A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via hamwichaficionado)

(Source: notclarissa)

)



thewriteofi:

Your insensitivity sparkles
like champagne at the gala
of my humiliation.

Thank you, my speech will start;
looking directly at you.
But darling, be careful:
a thin line runs
between love and hate.

And you do push me
rather easily.














(- J.D. Salinger  (via buenas-ondas)

(Source: orsomethinglikethatreally)

)




(- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bornreadygeneration))