books > everything (except Bruce)
It was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via lipstick-bullet)
I really love villains
not in a ‘poor baby is so misunderstood’ way
in a ‘your amorality is so fascinating and delicious’ way
I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
Selected Poems (1965-1975), Margaret Atwood (via vixenelle)