My mind is like a burning ring of Saturn Flame, I Feel things inside that I just can't explain.
Ask me anything
I want to feel your fingers unclip my bra, she said, and slowly start to unravel the last thread of decency I possess.
But jesus fuck I’d swallow poison if it tasted like you.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via
A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.