Coloured
“Lips dressed in droplets of rosewater and honey, jasmine- scented locks the color of nightfall brushing against porcelain skin; he found himself in an unforeseen heaven.”
— Noor Shirazie
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“It was until our eyes met and we held each other’s gaze for a while. Since then, I start to want a lot of things. I want our bones to melt together. I want to fill the dawn sky with the color of your eyes. I want to fall asleep to the sound of your tender voice. I want you to devour me. Make me a part of you. Let me live in you.”
— // I want you (via everythingyoulovetoohate)
Just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder: Notes from the Wildness of Being (via jardindefruits)
I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. My whole life.
Blue is the Warmest Color (2013)
Drown me in October winds, in blowing leaves that turn the color of fire.
(via heathenwoods)
You’re born with a ton of fucks to give, so you spend them like a kid with a credit card. You give fucks about your friends, about your grades, about your fashion sense, about strangers’ opinions. You give way too many fucks about way too many things. You have so many. Then, as you get older, you have maybe 10 fucks per month, so you learn to budget them. You allocate fucks to family and career, but there aren’t enough fucks to give to the newest fads. Oh, someone at work has something they need my help with that’s outside my job title? I’ll do my best to allocate some fucks, but this month is pretty tight. Then, as you get even older, you’re down to 1-2 fucks per month, and those fucks are pretty damn precious. You give them to your family and your hobbies and your job, and that’s kinda it. It’s not your fault – fucks expire too quickly. I would’ve liked to save my fucks from when I was younger but I can’t. Then, you hit fuck insolvency. You’re getting like 1 fuck a year, and you have to make it last. So you go without, and even previously fuck-worthy things, you just can’t give a fuck. Some people run out really quickly, Some people have a fuck trust fund that pays out a decent amount even into old age. But at some point, the fuck faucet runs completely dry and you’re out of fucks to give. It’s just basic Fuckonomics.
Unknown English Teacher (via swarthyvillain)
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Franz Kafka (via briqou)