Through chaos as it swirls

Sarah. 23. Kuwait.

[fknq]

[perrfectly]

I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree. No amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.

E.K. Blair (via perrfectly)

[suspend]

[sleg]

[soviet]

[wnq-writers]

It’s okay to miss them, but it’s not okay to go after them again. Let the storm pass.

maxwelldpoetry | Not all storms should be chased. (via wnq-writers)

[goldeh]

[lifeinpoetry]

“You are a language I want to moan in.”

Lora Mathis, from “Primal Desire,” The Women Widowed to Themselves   (via lesgardenias)

[queerscully]

[perrfectly]

[perrfectly]

[thezartorialist]

[luxgalador]

[horrifying]

[shootcharlieshoot]

[foxmouth]

[lysglimtfoto]