I have a strange feeling that I was born with two hearts. I fall in love with people who don't exist. I've trashed a hotel suite. I dream too much. I want to write a book, but I can't seem to write anything longer than five pages. I've been punched in the face. I've lost everything I've ever loved, at one time or another. I have a desperate fear that there is no one out there. My name is Rachel, and if I was Little Red Riding Hood, I would fall in love with the wolf.
have something to say or a question to ask?
Carey Mulligan, please just let me love you
(Source: rhodawilliamses, via lesfemmes)
someone take me on vacation
(Source: southern-silver, via weasleylove)
"What are dresses like when they are full of my body? I invade all my clothes and underwear at the same time. I multiply. I whirl around multiplying. I hunt with tenderness for a stain, a crease, some undone stitching. I go up to the table and take a colored magic marker. To draw circles wherever I remember being touched by others."
- Rhea Galanaki, The Cake