Lost the Plot

And it’s high summer. The sun is up. Two friends are watching it rise, hunkered down in a dry grassy ditch in the middle of nowhere. They have just woken up. Soon they’ll stand and stretch their arms and backs and walk down the field till they find a road. One of them will flag down a van that’s delivering bread to the nearest villages. They’ll slide into the van, squashed close together in its high seat next to the gear stick and the handbrake. The man will drive them to a station where two or three house later they’ll get on the first train. Before that, though, one will see the other out of the corner of her eye as she sits in the warm air that’s coming through the window, and think how she looks like a different person, her hair everywhere, her face smudged with dirt.
But for the moment, they’re still lying there in the dry ditch, keeping out of the night’s slight chill under a jacket. One of them has her head on the other’s chest.
I can here your heart, you know, she says.
You can what? the other says, waking more clearly now, so that she is startled by how close they are, so close that she doesn’t know where to put her hands; there is nowhere safe to put them. But her friend doesn’t move, she stays with her ear pressed against her.
It sounds like a train crossing tracks, she said, muffled against my shirt. It sounds like a horse that’s broken into a canter. It’s getting faster, she laughed; then she stopped, serious, listened. Wait a minute. I can hear what it’s saying.
Saying? I said. What? What’s it saying?
She listened. She lifted her head off me for a moment, and then she listened again.
It’s saying the words, go on, she said.
Then she asked me to tell her what hers was saying, and I put my ear to her chest and listened.
What does it say? she said.
It’s like, like - I said, and I stopped. I couldn’t think what it was like, it was Amy’s heart, it wasn’t like anything else.

Like (1997), Ali Smith (via vivelamours)

tattoolit:

I am so happy to finally have a good picture that shows off my tattoo. I got this after going through a hard time in my life to remind myself that as long as my heart beats, I will be ok.
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." - The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath 
Photo: Braina Laviena by Josh McCaghren

tattoolit:

I am so happy to finally have a good picture that shows off my tattoo. I got this after going through a hard time in my life to remind myself that as long as my heart beats, I will be ok.

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am." - The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath 

Photo: Braina Laviena by Josh McCaghren

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)

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i seen someone on here say “daddy spank me like an almost empty ketchup bottle” and since then i just been usin a knife to get the sauce out the bottle

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  1. push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.

    2. push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.

    3. erase processed food from your diet. start with no lollies, chips, biscuits, then erase pasta, rice, cereal, then bread. use the rule that if a child couldn’t identify what was in it, you don’t eat it.

    4. get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.

    5. stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.

    6. buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.

    7. buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.

    8. strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.

    9. organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.

    10. have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.

    11. push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.

    12. message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.

    14. think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.

    15. become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.

    16. lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.

Sixteen Small Steps to Happiness   (via acceptvnce)

This is wonderful

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Need to do this

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I LOVE THIS I REPOSTED IT (P. S. I still dk wtf is going on)

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