I feel like there’s something terrible and wonderful and amazing that’s just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do dream, by the way. It hovers over me at odd moments. And then it’s gone. I feel like I’m always on the brink of something that never arrives. I want to either have it or be free of it.

Michael Cunningham, Specimen Days (via indecisive—-emily)

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“you taste like cigarettes, and sometimes feel like rain. i’ve got all these choices, and it makes me feel in flames. taste like cigarettes, and flowers, and the rain. beer, chocolate, and some cellophane. the universe, i’m feelin’, and it’s just set slight insane.”

“you taste like cigarettes, and sometimes feel like rain. i’ve got all these choices, and it makes me feel in flames. taste like cigarettes, and flowers, and the rain. beer, chocolate, and some cellophane. the universe, i’m feelin’, and it’s just set slight insane.”