“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.”—Pablo Neruda (via sacraments)
The idea of making Berlin my home (and Paris my home one week a month) is beginning to settle in. An ex-pat. I would be the American living the dream I guess. I dont know where this thought is going… I am just starting to feel the emotions of calling a strange and marvelous new place ‘home’.
Your food photos make me want to throw up. I hate them.
Seething, violent, rage inducing HATRED.
The only acceptable times to be posting pictures of your fucking spectacular meal is when:
lighting is good
one can actually discern through photographic translation each individual food item on the plate (i.e. your beef stew, your quinoa veggie bullshit, your beet ginger power juice… all look like barf).
you are a real chef
you are a real food photographer
you haven’t taken a goddamn bite yet
you are about to eat something that I will never see happen in real life (such as eating alien brains, or human flesh)
it was taken using something other than your shoddy iPhone camera
you dont plan on posting it. Anywhere. Ever.
So. That all said, please, no one wants to see what you are eating. Just because you started a diet like, yesterday, or you cooked ONE meal in four weeks, doesn’t mean you should brag about your newly aquired culinary skills.
“Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.”—Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via thefreenomad)
“I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.”—Jeanette Winterson (via misswallflower)
“I love her for what she has dared to be,
for her hardness,
her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness.
She would crush me to ashes without hesitation.
She is a personality created to the limit.
I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it.
She will add the sum of me to her”—xxx (via blackistheonlycolor)