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Interviewer:

What is one thing that you desire to say as a poet, but haven’t said yet? What does the future hold for you, if you could hold it?

Ocean Vuong:

I don't really know. I often find myself writing to the terrified versions of myself. And maybe all I really want to say—if anything at all—is that you (whoever you are) are not alone. Maybe because this is what some of the most important writers in my life have been telling me over and over again in their myriad and unique ways. I go back to the boy I once was, the boy who hid in the library during recces to read a book covered in his lap so no one will know he has betrayed “fun” for secrets. So no one will know he loves words. Because lovers of words were thought to be weak and effeminate. And effeminate boys were strange and strange things don't last very long in this world. So I read to find my own hand in the pages of books. In the future, I want to keep holding books. To touch myself on each page, saying “I am here. I am here. I am here.”

Yann Tiersen - La Valse d'Amélie.

all i am guilty for is being a sucker for pretty boys with bad hearts

“There’s nothing better than when someone you know walks by without recognizing you.”

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Julius Sharpe

(via theories-of)

I literally have every song available to me on the internet, yet I listen to the same few songs as if they were records.