On Holding.

  • Kraken: *opens Moo.com postcard package, holding up a postcard that says "Hold something beautiful". okay! *walks over, hugs me from behind*
  • Kay. Done.

Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,

Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose looming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,

and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.

— Wendell Berry, “The Wild Rose”. 

On Doctor Who.

  • Kraken: Omg why haven't we watched Doctor Who in so longggg? Oh wait. Because all you wanna do is make out.
  • Jackalope: Do you blame me?
  • Kraken: Yes. Doctor Who is better than making out.
  • Jackalope: That's not true.
  • Kraken: It's nottt. But I thought maybe if I said it out loud I'd believe it.
“Hey girl, do you major in Fine Art? I thought so, because you put that artistry into being fine.”
— Kraken

On Someday Marriage.

  • Jackalope: I hope we get married.
  • Kraken: You hope we get married? You saying that is like saying you hope the sun keeps rising. it is assumed knowledge until otherwise indicated.
“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”
— N’tima (via thatkindofwoman)

(via luellaloves)

When you touch just my ankles, something sizzles
my hair, my lungs.

They tell us about chemistry,
but not about how it comes hand in hand with hunger

not how the shy of another body against yours
will loosen you into boneless

I can barely hold your hand without losing my voice,
God forbid our thighs brush, my cheeks will be wearing red for days

last night I dreamt of you and woke up, gasping
your name like a ghost on my lips

I wonder what will happen when you kiss me.
They’ll be finding my ashes in strange places for days.

— Azra.T “First Love” (via 5000letters)

On Racks Racks Racks.

  • Jackalope: I got racks racks racks til the ATM jam, tell me whatchu wanna do?
  • Kraken: Wife you up, money.