She’s a metal pole
in zero degree weather.
I’m afraid if I put my tongue on her
it will stick forever.
in zero degree weather.
I’m afraid if I put my tongue on her
it will stick forever.
— Andrea Gibson - “Stick” (via tapingletters)
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.
— Sylvia Plath (via tapingletters)
(via tapingletters)
If you can think of times in your life that you’ve treated people with extraordinary decency and love, and pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable as human beings. The ability to do that with ourselves. To treat ourselves the way we would treat a really good, precious friend. Or a tiny child of ours that we absolutely loved more than life itself. And I think it’s probably possible to achieve that. I think part of the job we’re here for is to learn how to do it.
— Unknown (via shetakesflight)
Yes. Creating reality begins in the mind.
(via pythonboareptiles)
I want a soul mate 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.
— Henry Rollins (via mymindseesaws)
What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?
— John Steinbeck. (via wordsforthewandering)

Ugly is irrelevant. It is an immeasurable insult to a woman, and then supposedly the worst crime you can commit as a woman. But ugly, as beautiful, is an illusion. A matter of taste, a whim, an eye, a beholder, an opinion, a spin, light crossing the frame, paint, projection. The moment. Context.
— Margaret Cho (via theseasonofthewitch)
(Source: quote-book, via postmodernismruinedme)
Tonight’s fabulous Eurovision winner!
(Source: adayinthelesbianlife)






