Amusing Molly/ A Musing Molly

I think this is why I’ll never sit back and enjoy happiness.  It’s why I’ll never reach contentment.  It breaks my heart.

I think this is why I’ll never sit back and enjoy happiness.  It’s why I’ll never reach contentment.  It breaks my heart.

(via knoxmaclean)

 Source: cristania

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I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I had to explain.

“When I was a kid,” I said, “I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it — you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her — California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we’re like this” — my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting into the backs of your knees, my thights on the backs of your legs, my stomach against your back, my chin folding into your neck — “I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map, hat’s what we’d look like; that’s how we are.”

For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered,

“Contiguous.”

And I knew you understood.

"

— contiguous, adj., page 63. The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan (via jooolsy)

(via jooolsy)
Source: ohlittlerachel

"You told me you like my mouth.
You want to kiss me.
My mouth is a wound and you
want to kiss me.
But you’re like
that: You want to go
leaping over cliffs—
you want to go
drinking poison
and then write pretty poems about it—
and all I want to do is
fuck you.
You want flowers and sonnets and us
to be together until the end of the world and I’d
just like a blow job, I’d just like
to be friends.
that’s what I’d really like.
Something warm and snuggly like a friendship.
and to fuck you…"

— Daphne Gottlieb

(via buttonundone)
Source: dailystendhalnitesaudade

"I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year."

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via katelizabeth)

(via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Source: inmyskin

"She remained as she had always been, amused and curious, but strangely distant, as if her own life were a book she was reading, one she might put down at any moment in order to gaze out the window at the sky."

— The Secrets of a Fire King (via pretty-wicked)

(via pretty-wicked)
Source: sleepinginthesnow

Okkervil River- Girl in Port

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt
I’m not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port

Marie’s gone blonde
And lost a stone
She lay on her lawn
Spun and alone
And when the morning sun, it rose
Upon Marie
In her lacy clothes

Well, it lit her up
And she walked around
The winding streets
Camden Town
Well, she don’t know who
She wants to be
And if I knew
I’d tell Marie

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt
I’m not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port

And Cindy tells me she’s had fun
Sitting back stage
Someone’s plus one
Up in her room
The records spin
Needle in the grooves
That she’s worn thin

Well, she lifts a sleeve
And she sees a name
And she’s got a smile on her face
And she’s got a story you can’t see
Well, that’s just between that name and Cindy

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea
And far away
She’s telling me
Inside her car
Driving us back
From the Crystal Corner bar

“I lost it there
I fell from health
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Then for a second
Something in me
Said ‘Leave today
It’s time, Holly’
It’s time”

Oh, I’m a weak and lonely sort
Though I’m not sailing just for sport
I’ve come to feel
Out on the sea
These urgent lives
Press against me
I’m just a guest
I’m not a part
With my tender head
With my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear
Pour yourself into me

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt
I’m not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port

 Source: yousillygit
I read this and feel like it’s instantly true of me, forever and always.   He’s gorgeous and endlessly fascinating.  He’s a hurricane.  But maybe, maybe, I’m a thunderstorm. 

I read this and feel like it’s instantly true of me, forever and always.   He’s gorgeous and endlessly fascinating.  He’s a hurricane.  But maybe, maybe, I’m a thunderstorm. 

 Source: catherinevania