I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just...– Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar
Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for....– Jonathan Safran Foer
Some things you don’t know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back,...– Jerry Stahl, Perv—A Love Story
let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...– hunter s. thompson
i have found...
And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost, your kiss.
j dilla. rest in beats.