May 2013
“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the...”
– Elke River (via muse)
psihi:
i’m jealous of the moon because she knows all of your 5am secrets and your sheets who get to touch every part of you as you fall asleep while i keep a close eye on this empty pillow waiting for your weight to keep it warm but the sun, he is luckiest of all. when you’re half asleep, groggy and painfully unaware of how beautiful you look he kisses your lips with light
delicatemotion:
classyqc:
Im inlove with this...
“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how...”
– Warsan Shire (via cybergirlfriend)
I don’t want to be your entire world, no. I would be happy just to be your morning coffee, your hanging car keys, your wallet. Something seemingly insignificant, but if lost throws off your entire day.
“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)
genocidercyo:
clockey:
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
“My memory loves you; it asks about you all the time.”
– Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via ted—bundy)
Watchsp3ranza:
praise the lord it’s back
