whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?
whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?
whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?
whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?
whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?
whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.
For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?

whatthefoucault:

Oh Petey C, I love you already.

For those like me who can neither afford nor be arsed to leave their house on a Sunday morn to buy a copy of the Times, my good friend Blogtor Who has been kind enough to summarise the interview here. PLENTY of food for thought. Opinions?

(via kaylapocalypse)

“You will be shocked, kids, when you discover how easy it is in life to part ways with people forever.

That’s why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.”
How I Met Your Mother  (via saintofsass)

(via 5000letters)

“I thought of all the different kinds of love in the world. I could think of ten without even trying. The way parents love their kids, the way you love a puppy or chocolate ice cream or home or your favorite book or your sister. Or your uncle. There’s those kinds of love and then there’s the other kind. The falling kind.”
— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell The Wolves I’m Home
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”
— Robert Frost (via writingquotes)

(via langleav)

“I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.”
Sufjan Stevens on kissing (via galactci)

(via langleav)

“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
— Shel Silverstein  (via hefuckin)

(via thewordsyouneverunderstood)

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(via fromdifferentstars)

“Sometimes, if you’re standing close enough to another person, you can’t even tell whose stomach is growling. You look at each other and then you both apologize and say, ‘That was me,’ and then you laugh. You don’t need sex for that kind of thing to happen. For your body to forget how to tell if it’s hungry or not. For you to mistake someone else’s hunger for your own.”
Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt (via stilletcheduponhisface)