I'd call myself a writer,
but I'm merely scrambling amidst the oceans of words.


And now you dont have to be perfect, You can be good.
— John Steinbeck (via wasbella102)


you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
— Catherynne M. Valente  (via 5000letters)
Each time the same - I am holy, holy, holy, laid out as a banquet. His hands are plate, cup, and knife. Always a long table, a single high-backed chair. This is my body. He eats me up and I believe in transubstantiation, that I will awake someday in his veins, pound my fists against the walls of him.
—  Margaret Bashaar, “Claire and the Demon Hunter Give It Up For Jesus” (via 5000letters)


"whats your sexuality?" "money"