I want a soulmate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
- Henry Rollins
(via e-leutheromania)
(Source: jannabanos, via wah-mos)
(via w-a-v-e)
(Source: thisisthelifeyouwantolive, via lovemetoinfinity)
(Source: heartdisney, via pastymaci)
—― Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil (via justbesplendid)
(Source: h-o-l-d-me-close, via mybonesdepartfromme)
(Source: fcukt, via gnarlyy-barbie)
(via teresacoello)
(Source: icanread)
—Nicholas Sparks
(Source: kari-shma)
Do you have stars
in your mouth?
she asks
and I laugh,
she’s never tasted
winter like I have,
midnights that linger
for days. Yes,
I tell her. Come see.
Will there be breath?
For a while, I whisper
and blow on her hands,
but you will sing
and the aurora lights
will walk across the ice.
She lets me
put my hands on her.
Will I die? her hair
like snow.
Yes. I tell her.
Every time.
—“Every Time,” Jude Goodwin (via eliseii)
(via iamnotmelissarothman)
