(Source: rubyandmoon, via lavshlv)
a poem for swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe
I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.
there is a quality about women who choose
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their
gentle hearts.
women who have had too many men
seem to choose the next one
out of revenge rather than with
feeling.
when you play the field selfishly everything
works against you:
one can’t insist on love or
demand affection.
you’re finally left with whatever
you have been willing to give
which often is:
nothing.
some women are delicate things
some women are delicious and
wondrous.
if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but please leave them
alone.
-Charles Bukowski
"Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time."
—
(Source: somebodythatuused2know)
1.) Arianny Celeste is just gorgeous
2.) apparently she was in a physical dispute with her boyfriend, both were arrested
3.) her boyfriend is 34 (wtf?) and looks like a sexual predator; what is wrong with the world!?
(Source: celebritybreasts)
don’t say a word
just come over and lie here with me
cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe
there I just said it
I’m scared you’ll forget about me
"An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world’s desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire."
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world’s desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire."
— Christina Rossetti, Flint (via rhubarbgirl)
