miss marie the night

in love with life.

You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood…blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.

—Spike - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (via 5000letters)

There is a kingdom in me,
and sometimes it is burning.
Sometimes, I let it.
I promise never to hide this from you.
That is my vow.
I promise to be an open mouth.
I promise to stay fractured.
I promise to be imperfect.
I promise to be the bravest
broken window you’ve ever seen.

—  Caitlyn Siehl, Difficult (via alonesomes)

(Source: silvertongueandthebirds)

Jesus, Jesus he says, but he’s not praying to Jesus, he’s praying to you, not to your body or your face but to that space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe… How does it feel to be a god… ?

Margaret Atwood, from “Worship,” Murder in the Dark  (via themaraudersaredead)

(Source: lifeinpoetry, via alonesomes)

I am a broken guitar string,
snapping and singing
like a dying animal out front of
the restaurant because this
is our third fight this week
and I’m tired.

Tell me to shut up so I can
get louder.
Tell me I’m embarrassing you
so I can start dancing while the other couples watch.
See, when I said I loved you,
I meant all of you. Every blessed inch.
When I said I loved you, I meant
even when you were unraveling.

Now, when I am ugly with anger, righteous with spite,
you don’t like how it looks on me,
so I stay that way;
a statue of graceless rage that
you thought you could love because
you never saw what it looked like
when it was staring at you.

There is a kingdom in me,
and sometimes it is burning.
Sometimes, I let it.
I promise never to hide this from you.
That is my vow.
I promise to be an open mouth.
I promise to stay fractured.
I promise to be imperfect.
I promise to be the bravest
broken window you’ve ever seen.

Caitlyn Siehl, Difficult (via alonesomes)

(via alonesomes)