No Remedy For Memory

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

-Clementine von Radics, All That’s Left To Tell (via perfect)

(Source: clementinevonradics)

Jul 28 / 48,220 notes
xanaxnymph:

cats teeth r so cute aaah
yungkawaiiinigga:

how im sposed to beat the pussy up now im too interested in the aesthetics of the art
malformalady:

Postmortem human decomposition stain left on a mattress in the shape of a body. 
intrepidprofessor:

Naked embrace is such a beautiful thing I love the feeling of her body as I cuddle her against me, and you know she’s a little colder than usual, so you hold her even tighter. This is pure intimacy.
gnarly:

took me a while to decide if i should reblog this