~ Tommy, Friends with Benefits (via creatingaquietmind)
All peoples are driven
to the point of eating their gods
after a time: it’s the old greed
for a plateful of outer space, that craving for darkness,
the lust to feel what it does to you
when your teeth meet in divinity, in the flesh,
when you swallow it down
and you can see with its own cold eyes,
look out through murder.
~ Margaret Atwood, “Eating Snake”, Interlunar (via jaimelannister)
all i know is that i’m constantly tired and i want to sleep next to you
~ C.R. (via budddha)
Truth disappears with history and gossip tells us in the end nothing of personal relationships. There are stories of elopements, unrequited love, family feuds, and exhausting vendettas, which everyone was drawn into, had to be involved with. But nothing is said of the closeness between two people: how they grew in the shade of each other’s presence. No one speaks of that exchange of gift and character—the way a person took on and recognized himself in the smile of a lover. Individuals are seen only in the context of these swirling social tides. It was almost impossible for a couple to do anything without rumour leaving their shoulders like a flock of messenger pigeons.
—Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family
“how they grew in the shade of each other’s presence”