Even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.
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Even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.
Ocean Vuong, from “Threshold,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds
(via hrimhvat)
new cryptid
gerardway420:
me, shirtless and drunk, standing in your hallway at 2:47 am just absolutely chugging a bigass glass of water
desertgold:
each man kills the thing he loves
each man kills the thing he loves
some when young, some when old
some with passion, some with gold
each man kills the thing he loves
dhampirdarling:
I am in tears over this song oh my lord.
‘When darkness comes upon you And covers you with fear and shame Be still and know that I’m with you.’
thetreeswestofhere:
#diviner goals
-Magic Binds by Ilona Andrews
mustafa014:
me about myself: interesting concept but poor execution!
mavencalore:
dictionary poem ii: king || n.s. for @cecidistis
sylviaplathwrites:
SHE’S SO MEAN, matchbox twenty
catastrophicsuggestion:
I WILL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP YOU AS MINE. I WILL REMOVE PEOPLE FROM THE EQUATION IF NECESSARY. YOU WILL STAY.
rurikids:
I wish I’d n e v e r met you.
nalianova:
#aboutme.
scribe4haxan:
Allegory of Vanity (ca. 1630 - Brown, gold and silver ink on paper) - Pirro Ligorio or Jacopo Ligozzi
You go on and learn everything. I can’t. I’m limited. But I’m going to know about fucking and fighting and eating and drinking and begging and stealing and living and dying.
Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Ezra Pound (via violentwavesofemotion)
fuck-yeah-charmed:
I hate when he does that.