The moon knows my name, calls me out to play.
Chai. Gemini. An appetite for destruction.


Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
—John Berger, from Keeping A Rendezvous

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It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.
—Annaka Silvia

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We wear clothes, and speak, and create civilizations, and believe we are more than wolves. But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
—Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena

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And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.
—George Carlin

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He told me
he was afraid of
commitment
with thirteen
tattoos
on his body.
Michelle K., Commitment
If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.

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Klaudija Visockyte on flickr

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She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

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I don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don’t remember
if I’m here alone
or waiting for someone
—Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing

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