Miss Jodie Smith

i have an irrational fear of zombies .

never be afraid of who you are, what you want . take everything . ask no one .

“The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.”

—   Anaïs Nin

“Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?”

—   From “On Watching Someone You Love Love Someone Else,” a poem in Sierra DeMulder’s New Shoes On A Dead Horse, reviewed at The Rumpus by Gina Vaynshteyn. (via therumpus)

(via 5000letters)

“The worst bullies you will ever encounter in your life are your own thoughts.”

—   Bryant H. McGill (via bryantmcgill)

(Source: psych-facts)

saying something to you

yes girl, it’s ok. you are your very own woman anyway.

What did she look like that important second?

She stands in my mind alone, unconnected to the petty narrative. The color of the skin was startling, like the white of a young branch when the green is thumb-nailed away. Nipples the color of bare lips. Wet hair a battalion of glistening spears laid on her shoulders.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

—   Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game  (via budddha)

(Source: dolorimeter, via budddha)

“People never know at first where she’s from. And then they think she can only be from somewhere else, from there. Because of this she’s beautiful. She’s made in such a way, face and body, that anything that touches her shares immediately and infallibly in her beauty.”

—   Marguerite Duras, from The Lover (via budddha)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via budddha)

(Source: anywhere-elsee, via firelordzuko)

with friends like these… 

ladies and gentlemen, mr. blake kneisley