1. "I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
    — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via wordsnquotes)

    (via wordsnquotes)


  2. "Fuck moderation if it doesn’t suit you. Feel and live and don’t apologize for it."
  3. writer-of-madness:




    Boys are dogs by Royla Asghar


    Look I’m sorry you have shitty taste in boys, but maybe you should go after men instead. And dogs can swim you fucking moron. So quit blaming your inability to pick mates properly, on a whole gender. Maybe take more time choosing who to be with, instead of writing insipid sexist “poems”. But I digress, whine some more and make more bad analogies. I always enjoy the talentless attempt to be smart.

    NO, you look. You don’t know the story behind the poem, you don’t know anything really about why I’ve written it. So before you make any conclusions, get your facts straight. I always love a good discussion. I stand by every single word I’ve written in this poem, I am not apologizing and nor will make any excuses. These are my feelings, you like it or not. And I decide the way I want to express them, don’t read the goddamn poem if you don’t agree. Don’t advice me in which partners or mates I should pick. If I want to be a with a bad guy than that’s my choice, you don’t even know me. SO please keep your dating advice to yourself. Obviously, you can’t see the metaphors behind the poem, and that’s not my problem but you can’t just read the poem one time, and judge it. I am very much aware that not all boys are douche bags. But you know women experience sexism so much that society perceive it as normal now, so wow one harsh poem about some of the things that guys actually do and you tell me that I am whining? Tell me that this poem isn’t true somehow. and by the way read this article about dogs and swimming. Have nice day. http://www.vetstreet.com/dr-marty-becker/can-all-dogs-swim

    So much god damn love for this poem. Bravo.


  4. Slow Dancing In a Burning Room

    Oh darling,
    the snap of wood lit,
    the crack of embers prancing,
    heat scrawling a script half writ,
    the early end here dancing,

    we sway and sway through charring ring,
    I hold your waist, you guide my toe,
    Tread softly, yet, with purpose fling
    On a tightrope bound to scorched gallows

    Choreographed, our final crash,
    goodbye scuffed our dancing shoes,
    In time I struck the final match
    to light, your carful, timid fuse

    We dance on through the pleading glow,
    Shot down, short love, our fleeting time,
    Pray only that it takes us both,
    Leaves neither you, nor I, behind.

  5. nervous-princess:

    'In a society where all adventure has been destroyed, the only adventure left is to destroy that society.'

    I think about this quote pretty often

    I read this at first as “in a society where all adventure has been designed” which struck a cord with me. Love It both ways. 

    (Source: tonightalivx, via fixateonforward)