bookworminabox:

“Collect books, even if you don’t plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.””

— John Waters
(via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

(via bookwormhistorian)

It’s so insanely heartbreaking when all you want is the core of the person you love, and to love them wholly and ferociously, and for them to not want you anymore in return. I don’t know what to do with myself or my emotions or anything. Everything is spilling like an overflowing cup. It’s hard to be heartbroken the other seems to be just fine

His hands are now almost twice the size of mine,

eroded by years of whiskey glasses and Camel blues.

(That blue is still locked my mind quite like Scrovengi.)

I ask you: “Do the birds and the bees take notes,

watching us like this?”, a steady nod curls into the quiet dark.