[heartsnmagic]

[sweetcribs]

too cute

[nevver]

Fear of flying, Daniel Gebhart de Koekkoek

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[taiga-fujimura-official]

chaotic neutral

[shitacademicswrite]

[ttenseiga-deactivated20190826]

[tastefullyoffensive]

Harry Pupper (via fatisbac)

[patrik-star]

[everythingfox]

When you find something that makes you happy

[poolmoss]

[wnq-writers]

Do I ever miss the person I was before? No. Because the person I was before you was weaker. After all the hell with this relationship, the only good things that came out of it was that I came back 10 times stronger.

a-non-y-mous-bree (via wnq-writers)

[poems-of-madness]

She was romantic,  perhaps perverted Love was pouring  from her eyes She was too beautiful for her  own good.  She was vivid with her mouth, and her body a powerful thing.  She denied every culture, and cried holy tears  to God.  She was terrifying. When I would kiss her  it felt like God created the world in her mouth.  I did not know  how to touch her. She was a wet woman  on fire.  I did not know how the hell to love her.  She was too much  and I hated her for that. She was too much, and I loved her for it.  In her presence I would die.

Her Bed Was A Kingdom by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[poems-of-madness]

Even when you  make me  furious. You are still my closest thing to heaven.

The Short Poems Seres by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[poems-of-madness]

We were young and in love, and very angry. And headstrong. And we fought a lot.  And it was passionate. And we forgave each other endlessly. And it felt holy.  I never wanted you when you spoke to me with a resentful mouth. But there’s a life in your eyes I am living for.  And I make you so angry,  you will leave me. And sometimes I hope you do.  And I live for you, with a pain in my bones. Like bad milk. I ache for you. I romanticise your realism, but there’s nothing romantic about the way you would like to spend less time with me. Bu we ate chocolate in bed, and we kissed a lot, and you asked me to take my sweatshirt off. And you say sorry and I cry. And you will love me, till I make you angry again.

I Am The Sweetest Violence by Royla Asghar  (via poems-of-madness)

[brown-nena]

I like it nasty and a lil’ bit romantic.

[badbadlands]

[coleito]

[wordsnquotes]

I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From the Underground (via wordsnquotes)