lovers whose bodies smell of each other– T. S. Eliot, “A Dedication to My Wife” (via leopoldgursky)
all you need is one orgasm to make you feel better. (or weed but i think it’s better to spend monday sober.)
And the rest is rust and stardust.– Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via spindling)
such a slow pace like this one right now is wonderful. i got back home from the party at five am. i was so stoned that it was hard to focus on the real world. slept for six hours, went to gym, came back to home and now i’m just sitting on my bed and watching sunbeams moving on my wall. everything is slow, slow, slow.