Joanna Newsom - The Book Of Right-On
I killed my dinner with karate
Kick ‘em in the face, taste the body
Shallow work is the work that I do
(Source: sotolongo)
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how to kiss
[step 1] open your mouth as wide as possible. make sure to stick out your tongue as far as you can, too, since kisses are like, 90% that thing
[step 2] find someone to kiss. you will know they want to kiss because their tongue will also be extended at full length
[step 3] move in for the kill
(Source: conversationparade, via rookiemag)
“i was going to scream at you.”
I’ve gotten so good at gluing crystals to things, though sometimes it is hard to deny the urge to adhere semi-precious stones to your own skin. I’m doing my best. We built up a wall 30 layers thick today, just to watch people collapse it. Hostility keeps me propped up, keeps my spine from snapping in two as of late. I know it’s not best but I’m entitled to hold my arms out in front of me once in awhile; I’m entitled to build some walls for myself. I bought a new copy of The Waves today, and I’ve decided to make it a new collection until I’ve a little ocean of the same words over and over again. My face keeps cracking at the corners and I’m afraid small bugs are being let in to play with my pearly whites. I’ll let them stay though because I’m a generous host, especially to those with six legs. Now, I’m going to eat all the seven layer dip in my house and, once plump and in the shape of a sphere, I’ll get them bugs to roll me to bed and kiss my forehead.
“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Source: lostsplendor, via somberlily)
Undying hostility. Stay away from the sour girl, she will poke holes in your skin with her eyes and make your breath sad. She will put glass inside the palm of your hand and make promises to stay. Do not touch her. Do not try to open up the bloom.
i’m not like most girls. my head snaps back and a giant pez candy emerges from my throat
(via seafeel)
