Be of the Universe.

“I don’t really know how to explain what i’m feeling…”

(Source: karmic-instability)

and far too little.

have you realized yet, world?

the christmas lights hung by masking tape and a good dose of faith on her green walls. They changed color. Her face first cool and green, then warm and rouge and scarlet. I liked the blue best; her cheeks shone palely under that light, like a clear night sky. It was as if we where in another realm when that azure light shone. 

I dragged my finger along her blue cheek. This other realm was nice. warm and soft. The ache in my limbs was lovely. Acidic and numbing, warm and warm and warmer. I could feel her stare seep over my closed eyelids. Sleep bathed me. 

I awoke twice, but only in my dreams. I slept only for a fleeting five or ten or three minutes. But my mind boomeranged over and over again. Oh, the solace. 

The sticky skin on our bare stomachs and chests and necks suctioned to each other as we shifted together and apart. I had never felt so clean. 

I’m sitting at a table now. The expandable tiled one in my kitchen; the one that seemed like it should be in a little dutch fairytale. The shoulders of her shirt hung a bit past my actual shoulders, but I liked that about this shirt. I couldn’t find her sweetness or minty shampoo in the shirt fibers, but hints of weed and sex and dust linger. I liked that about this shirt, too. 

just put frosting on her digestive cracker. 

Must read Lolita in its entirety. I am so close to falling in love with Nabokov.

it means so much more; all the little things in between each word in “I love you”. The “I quite fancy you”s and the “Fucking god your smile still takes my breath away”s. It doesn’t forget desire after the first syllable, but rather dances with passion all the way through the hilly r and the o left as a kiss in the air. 

also yay for making it home in one piece.

well there’s comfort and reassurance in old friends. always.