You’re going to get judged anyway, so you may as well do whatever the fuck you want.
“[Tumblr] is a madhouse, and I mean that in the best of ways. It’s as sordid as it is classy; part art gallery, part museum, part seedy backwater nightclub, part fandom city. It’s a 1920s speakeasy and a 1960s political sit-in. Tumblr’s sort of whatever you want it to be, with cats and plenty of laughs. It’s where the weird ones are, where people go to be whoever they are, or want to be. Or something like that, I suppose.”
— The Gypsy Astronaut’s Jack Moon for The Verge (via theverge)
When I commit myself to someone or something it’s because I want to. Not that I need to. It’s because I choose your existence to be important enough for me to stay around. And I am someone that always wants to be somewhere else. Or to run away and get lost. So if I commit it’s because you make me feel safe and not wanting to be far away.
P.T.
“awaken my senses my love / breathe in my breath / as i breathe in yours / touch me with your tender tips / until bumps form / softly / slowly / awaken me, like you do”
— e.e.
