Simmer down and pucker up

It’s so sad to live life full of contempt for the vessel that is transporting us through our journey, lets pour oceans of love into our hearts and swim through life creating waves of happiness.

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

—Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)

Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

—Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)

Two members of a local band in calgary we’re stabbed last night at a university party. I know the two remaining members (a boy who i went on a couple dates with and my old improv captain/ boy who introduced me to the band) Zachariah and the prophets just released their EP saturday and sent me a copy because i couldn’t be there and the music was phenomenal. it is so disheartening that we lost two amazingly talented young boys and i can only imagine who their other band members are feeling right now. Fridays at the blind beggar will never be the same without you guys. 

Now excuse me will i listen to their cd on repeat and pray

Oh. Oh. I don’t like this. Oh. It should stop.