my deliria
June 2013
I don’t gamble, but if I did I would bet on us.
“The cure for anything is saltwater — tears, sweat, or the sea.”
—Isak Dinesen (via cornflowers)
“I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you cannot stand.”
—Andrea Gibson (via hellanne)
Are girls getting more beautiful or am I getting more gay?
i’m getting more gay
“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.”
—Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange (via xhezzi)
I cough up a little more of you everyday
I remember when you coated my hands with tar
I’d fill jars with the black resin as mementos of you
And I am so glad that the viscosity you left in my lungs
Is becoming sparser with such sweet, forlorn inhalations
Lovely, charming, darling, deplorable, heinous, renegade you
I am utterly compelled to accept your absence for oxygen’s sake
