are we human or are we dancer and dasher and prancer and vixen and comet and cupid and donner and blitzen
That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
— Iain S. Thomas (via vacants)
Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I’ll kiss you for it.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)