The Anatomy of An Aguamala: "Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange."
anne-atomy:
A train had hit me. The Kick. “By upsetting the equilibrium of a dreamer you can wake them from a dream and return them to reality.”
My head was buzzing and my lips felt soft like I’d been kissed by little moth wings in my dreams. My hair a mess of tangles, clenched and curled by lovers’ hands….
6:09 pm • 7 November 2010 • 4 notes
honeyblood:
So plant your skulls, in the earth.
And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief.
Bright white trees, and nectarines.
We’ll write postards to the love sick sea.
And sleep under the ivory canopy.
3:03 pm • 23 July 2010
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
— The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck (via pinpricks)
2:55 pm • 19 July 2010
