my tumblywumbly

shit that strikes my fancy

I drink and choke on your memory
Your snarl and your sway


In that time you watched the worst of me
The manic, bleeding hearse of me
I knew it was the curse of me
as I watched you fade away

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

—Charles Kingsley

(Source: thewinterwind, via thatkindofwoman)