More women, more wanderlust…
humansafteralll asked:
What are some of your favorite reads?
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and when you find out it’s
their favourite song, you can’t help
but listen to it a whole lot differently.
you notice every change
in chords and you take in every
lyric and it stops being
just another song on the radio
and becomes a map to who they
are.
maps // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)
ninawilliams answered:
I’ve probably read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (all five) and Atlas Shrugged each about 20 times and that is not an exaggeration.
Others include:
We The Living,
The Poisonwood Bible,
Uncle Tom’s Cabin,
The Tell-Tale Brain,
Pete’s Wicked Book,
Out,
all three of His Dark Materials (Golden Compass, Subtle Knife, Amber Spyglass),
The Black Jewels Trilogy,
Harry Potter,
and the original Sailor Moon comics :)))
Oh my gosh she loves so many of my favorite books I’m just sitting here smiling like an idiot… His dark materials! ack!!!
and when i woke
i could not think of anything
but for his wild eyes
casting shadows like
morning glow;
for his artful fingers
untangling a secret
just for him and i to know;
and for his words – his poetry
that shackles me to him
drawing maps across my skin
sinking in… sinking in
kayla lynn (via hazel-eyed-dreamer)
Puzzle Piece
Where do you fit?
Where, on the table, does your puzzle piece lie?
Did you go where you want?
Or were you washed out with the clear blue sky?
They say know where you’re going.
You must have at least given it some thought.
“It’s true, the map may shift, but it’s not our job to catch you,
It’s important to not even get caught.”
But…As I love this place, I must also love my shape.
They flow as one mosaic
I’ll know when I’ve found my place: I’ll smile and
I won’t search for an escape.
I wander and sample,
I fit my piece with trial and error.
It’s the only way I know how:
Where do I fit among the screams and the terror?
Your shape won’t feel chipped for long,
These edges and wounds you’ll wear with pride.
I promise you, life will carry on.
Your puzzle piece will always remain where the past and the future collide.
~with love, A.E.R~
I am attracted to the idea
of your lips
exploring my body
as if it were a map
and you kept getting lost
on purpose.
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
Date that Girl | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
I’m a lazy Sunday afternoon.
I just want to have rough and romantic sex.
I want a girl to grab my hair and pull my head closer between her legs so I can taste every inch of her.
There is nothing more satisfying than a girl grinding and shaking on your mouth as you make her come.
I want to make a girl feel so good that she makes my back bleed from grabbing it so often.
I want to cover a girls body with bite marks. I want a girl to moan in my ear what she wants.
But then I want to fall asleep afterwards, with our bodies tangled together and wake up to her.
Run my fingers along her perfect skin and watch her face as she has a sleepy smile after waking up and covering her face because she remembers the night before.
And then I want to do it all over again.
(via soulsscrawl)
You watch her walk away and it hits you that she is an entire ocean and you were wrong, so very wrong, because you let her go thinking she was just a girl.
A Girl, An Ocean | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
i.
a girl’s feet will tangle yours under sheets you just bought for a night like this. the price tag is still glued to the plastic wrapping stuffed underneath the bed. her feet are frigid and feel like frostbite against your legs when you fall asleep, but they’re like mittens roasted over a fire when the sun blinks through the curtains.ii.
a girl’s legs are taut and thick. they’re flexible and enclose you in a straightjacket at 2 am when they knot around your waist and pull you just a little closer. if she’s still sleeping, it’s even better.iii.
her thighs will make you forget about your calculus homework and your french exam. they will make you forget about your father’s affair or your best friend’s disorders. they will make you forget your name and they will make you forget who you are without them. hold them as tight as you can. i promise, she loves it.iv.
when you were in fourth grade, they taught you stop, drop, and roll at the sign of a fire. when you’re in her bedroom on the second floor, her quivering hips will trick-start a similar fire in your teeth, and you’re going to want to listen to your fourth grade teacher, but don’t. if you stop, whatever it may be that you’re doing, she might kill you.v.
so in health class, they’re supposed to teach you that your hands will never fit somewhere like they will on a girl’s waist. it doesn’t matter if it’s wide and soft, or small and hard. your hands will adapt to her waist like the heart to your blood. they’ll feel as natural as fingers on an instrument.vi.
sometimes you can see her ribs; sometimes you can’t. they flicker like an old grainy movie under her skin, and they feel like sharp magma in your palms. they’re structure — they protect her. hold her there if you want her to feel like this house isn’t caving in on herself.vii.
her chest. promise her you’d never want anything more or anything less. if you don’t mean it, stop reading, and find someone else.viii.
taste her collarbone. dip in the crevices and valleys and plant trees at the bottom. root down, cherish the nature, and never ever underestimate a girl’s collarbones. they’re a place to sleep when its -11 outside. write scripts on her collarbone. they are forever.ix.
if you don’t know blueprints to her neck with your eyes closed from tracing it with your mouth, you’re doing it wrong. learn it. memorize it. you better know her pulse like counting with your dominant hand. kiss it like it’s her mouth. her neck will change over time, yes. but make sure you can change with it.x.
kiss her before she brushes her teeth. make fun of her morning breath. kiss her after, and make fun of the flavor of her toothpaste. kiss her when she’s angry and throwing the vase your mother bought her, and kiss her when she can’t stand and she bubbles over with tears like hot water. kiss her if she’s laughing and tell her it’s because she makes you happy. kiss her if she won’t stop talking because you want to taste her voice. kiss her when she isn’t talking because you miss it. kiss her in the shower and kiss her everywhere. if it’s raining, kiss her, and kiss her again when she calls you a cliche. kiss her in public because you want them all to know, and kiss her in private because you don’t need them to either. god, just kiss her on the mouth. nothing else matters. just fucking kiss her.
10 Body Parts || izztstei (via kittiesandkissys)
Thanks to My Best Girl
It’s not okay.
That’s all I needed to hear. She said that, she gave me perspective. She used that word that begins with C. Counseling. She asked when my lease was up with a meaningful eyebrow wiggle. She said how long are you willing to wait for that trust? 1 more year? 5 more years? 10?
What is it going to take? What do I need to do for you to
Stop.
You ended up with me. You got the prize. Pulled the brass ring. Saved the princess. I can’t keep apologizing for what I did. You can’t keep expecting me to. And the next time you bring it up, I can’t promise I won’t scream
Stop.
silentandcuriousobserver