eat the stars
hey. i'm savannah. sometimes i like to pretend that i'm a writer.
"I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals."
— Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via quotes-shape-us)
"if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands"
I will never not reblog this
"Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it."
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via larmoyante)
"Apology accepted. Trust denied."
— (via cosmiqe)
"I give a fuck. I give lots of fucks, actually. I’m a prostitute of feelings."
— (via ladygrinning-soul)
"I don’t hate enough to write poems about us anymore."
— (via fakesurprise)
"You will call me sweetheart
and I will still stumble over
I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up
before you consider yourself alive
I will shiver when you touch me
do not be offended;
you are the warmest person I know."
"He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him."
— Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (via larmoyante)
"so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache."
— Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets)