Meg & Dia--Monster

His little whispers,
"Love me, love me
That's all I ask for
Love me, love me."
He battered his tiny fists to feel something
Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something

Monster,
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window

That night he caged her
Bruised and broke her
He struggled closer
Then he stole her
Violet wrists and then her ankles
Silent pain
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams

Monster,
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
Time will
Hear their voices
I'm a glass child,
I am Hannah's regrets

Monster,
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down
Murder ears with pillow lace
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies
Bathe in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins, yeah

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Annunciation in Nabokov and Starr
Mary Szybist

And suddenly, the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap.
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L.W. // Everything feels better with her

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Why can?t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?
? David Baldacci

I like cancelled plans, and empty bookstores. I like rainy days, and thunderstorms, and quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
? (via purplebuddhaquotes)

"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return."
— Starra Neely Blade

Her face, her voice, her mouth. Their naked bodies on the bed, drenched in sun one September afternoon.
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “The Sleepwalker,”