Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

everyone will make mistakes. without the sour, the sweet wouldn’t taste.

everyone will make mistakes. without the sour, the sweet wouldn’t taste.

These are the ruins I mapped onto my body so I might always be lost.

Traci Brimhall

i got a nighttime shudder and a lion within. i got a brain-tricked hunger, and you’re pulling me in.

i got a nighttime shudder and a lion within. i got a brain-tricked hunger, and you’re pulling me in.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

—Ali Smith, The Accidental

the sea is wine red, this is the death of beauty. the doves have died. the lovers have lied.

the sea is wine red, this is the death of beauty. the doves have died. the lovers have lied.

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.

—Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

kiss goodbye, a dozen times before we get there. why do i need anyone else, when i can break the sky myself?

kiss goodbye, a dozen times before we get there. why do i need anyone else, when i can break the sky myself?

I know I should just leave. Just go. Because there’s a point where a mistake turns into a big mistake, and I should probably come to my senses before I get there.

—David Levithan, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List

the silence will take care of itself, but i want you - not somebody else. caught up in things we couldn’t change. and, darling, just a taste of it.
i want you, not somebody.

the silence will take care of itself, but i want you - not somebody else. caught up in things we couldn’t change. and, darling, just a taste of it.

i want you, not somebody.

I love talking about nothing, it’s the only thing I know anything about.

—Oscar Wilde

i’ll tell you one thing - we ain’t gonna change much. the sun still rises, even with the pain.

i’ll tell you one thing - we ain’t gonna change much. the sun still rises, even with the pain.

I just want you to know that I know you from after, after all this is over. And there are some parts of you cannot be touched, no matter how they touch you.

You’re ok when I know you. Everything’s ok.

—iwtfy

i don’t care, go on and tear me apart - i don’t care if you do.
'cause in a sky full of stars, i think i saw you.

i don’t care, go on and tear me apart - i don’t care if you do.

'cause in a sky full of stars, i think i saw you.

I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still.
It didn’t seem to be summer anymore.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via theunquotables)

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY