Cuecaina De Regreso
Her smile, I’m sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via camilla-macauley)
musiqueandsex:

f me
I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
Charlie Dattolo, Girls HBO (via s-a-db-o-y-s)

We are not alone 
'Cause when you cut down to the bone 
We’re really not so different after all 
After all we’re not alone 

Close your eyes;
maybe you can imagine
that love is enough,
that you never knew the
sweet taste of doubt
in the throat,
that she is not slowly
forgetting your name
after you failed her,
after you watched
as hell’s fingers
gripped her waist
and yanked her back
into the darkness,
all the while she was
reaching out for your
cursed hand.
Emily Palermo, excerpt of Orpheus Is Still Singing Sad Songs (via camilla-macauley)