Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75
— Benjamin Franklin (via happy-shaman)
THE POET DESCRIBES AN ORGASM
My body fills and fills like a tumbler
of lemonade poured by God. I am
a hundred light bulbs burning out.
I am your favorite dessert. I am opening
and opening and I feel as though I cannot
open anymore or my legs would surely grow
flowers from the back of my knees.
I am overflowing the bathtub. I am spilling
spilling spilling clean.- Sierra DeMulder
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via arpeggia)
