I ended up falling in love with the moon, because it faithfully showed up, night after night.
please stop asking me about my future ill cry
I want a sugar daddy to warm up my bank account in this chill of winter
Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
― William Faulkner, The Paris Review, 1956. (via juliettetang)
Women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.