I am not a woman. I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels.
— (via gladiates)
WHEN ONE IS EXPECTING
Today, I bought this book (for my sister, lets clarify that now ‘cause the only way I’m going anywhere near sperm is if I fall into a vat of it):
OF THE BRILLIANT:
STUFF IT HAS IN IT:
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.
— 1984, George Orwell (via youngfolksociety)
I want connections, I want people. I want places. People and places I miss more than anything, people and places I have yet to meet. I want long talks and I want laughter.
— Unknown (via stevenbong)