#dirt

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back. ↗

— Richard Siken

#dreams

I am a butterfly poet birthed from pain flying with the freedom of my verses. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#dreams #journey #life #poetry #dreams

I love clean sheets. It's the simultaneous reminiscence of how they got dirtied to begin with, and hopeful anticipation of what stories they will live to tell next time you are standing fatefully in front of the washing machine. ↗

— Kristie LeVangie

#clean #dirty #life-experience #sex #sexuality

hornier than a bunny on ecstasy ↗

— Kyle Adams

#dirty #funny #kyle #play #funny

She began to curl her hair and long for balls ↗

— Jane Austen

#dirty #funny #funny

He probably would've raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#dirty #elodie #hex-hall #humor #rachel-hawkins

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#humor #humor

Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#humourosly-inspirational #inspirational

To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#hœderer #life

When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#denis #dirty #jesus #johnson #son