[goldfyshie927]

Concept: I’m laying on your lap. You’re playing with my hair. Quilts and sweaters keep us warm. You’re happy. I’m not anxious or sad. Everything is okay.

[nomegustaelpastel]

Pero es mejor ser adicto a un objeto: el cigarrillo, el periódico, el cine, el ordenador, la comida, que ser adicto a una persona.

El amor es una droga dura, Cristina Peri Rossi.  (via grow-each-day)

[night-rooms]

[lovemakesyouwonder]

[miniangel]

i know this is stupid but like im genuinely afraid no one is ever gonna like enough to ask me out on a date or like someone’s gonna treat me bad and it just fucks me up bc there’s like a seed planted in my head telling me to be cautious and have back up plans ready to be lonely forever

[tiredflowerchild]

Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam, surrounded by 125k sunflowers. You’re allowed to take home as many as you want.

[book-caps]

[cry--babygurl-deactivated202211]

Desires

[lonelysavages]

and i never fall asleep…

[fygirlcrush]

raise ur hand if 2015 is leaving you feeling like someone is scooping out your insides very slowly piece by piece with a melon baller

[whisperingbones]

when he asked why I write poems we were drinking unfiltered beer outside my house. I heard the chime on his phone from his girlfriend and the dim of the screen when he pushed “ignore”. I write for reasons like this. when she asks why I always have flowers by my doorstep I tell her that the flowers are my white flag for when he wants to come home. I haven’t had his number in almost two years but I keep sending “I hope you are well” into the stars when I exhale my cigarette. I write for reasons like this. when they ask why I don’t write about pure love and candy I ask why they don’t visit their grandmothers more, put more in the offering plate at church, call their father just to say goodnight. there are some things we should do but just don’t. there are some things we wish we could change but just can’t. I write for reasons like this.

when they ask why I’m such a mystery..I write for reasons like this

Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove Purchase your copy here

(via mediwriter)

[2-13-97]

[gvmze]

[conceptualsolitude]

concept: me, years from now, wandering through my huge greenhouse. warm sunlight streams in. birds and butterflies and bees and all my favourite plants keep me company. no one disturbs me.

[novr-deactivated20190712]

[recentgooglesearches]

will i ever enjoy my life

[arse-thetic]

[sundayepiphany]

I honestly believe that I would do anything for you.

D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #81 (via sundayepiphany)