And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.
Margaret Atwood (via adrasteas)
(via leukocytes)
Today’s your birthday and I knew it
from the second I woke up but I don’t
imagine that by sending you my smiling face
you’ll suddenly stop being a junkie and start
being the kind of man I need to keep myself alive.
Sean Patrick Mulroy, “poem to a lover on his birthday,” published on The Bakery (via nps2013)
(via grammatolatry)
[Paul, on the war stories that inspired The Master] ”One of the stories in the film comes from Jason Robards, who famously fought in the war, was in the Navy. I worked with him on Magnolia. He told me the story of coming back. I don’t remember what boat he was on, but he was coming back, V-J Day was announced, and they’d run out of booze. They broke into the torpedoes and drank booze - fuel - out of there, and the way he tells it, he woke up the next morning on the mast of the ship, and an inch either way he would have fallen to his death. That story just stuck with me.”
(via coldmountainway)
other girls: skinny, short shorts, long hair, tanned, makeup, boys
me: leather jackets, switchblades, pompadours, live in a vault
tunnel snakes rule
the day my father died you showed up at
my door with carnations, which i called a
cop out flower; but maybe i was just in
mourninglast year you dove over my head into a public
pool as many times as i was old and then
pushed my head down until there was water
in my lungsnew years day you came on my chest and
left bruises on my neck, but i can’t stop
thinking about our first kiss which tasted
like flat champagne and bad daysevery day feels the same
(via leukocytes)
