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sleep now in the fire

pienso todo y siento mucho. cuando nadie me ve, paso la lengua por el plato. si te caes, me rio. por sobre todas las cosas, no busco caerte bien --de Buenos Aires a New York City--
 

che la mia ferita sia mortale"may my wound be deadly"
in-starlitnights:

Jean-Paul Sartre and Jean-Luc Godard in Paris, february 1971.
dirtyr:

Oh, Jesus. Photo Simon Lohmeyer
every time this pops up on my dash i squeal because it is my all time favorite film, like ever. 

That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.