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this is not the entire poem.
en días como este necesito que corras tus dedos por mi cabello y hables suavemente - tú
Rupi Kaur (Milk and Honey)
7/100 days of productivity ⋅ friday august 25 2017 black pen ⋅ gray pen ⋅ brush pen ⋅ highlighters ⋅ notebook ⋅ paper
(we-are-art.com)
Everytime
Everytime i see you i feel soft aware of the idea that nothing can hurt me anymore Everytime i hug you i believe that there's nothing better in the world than this moment here with you, of course Everytime i kiss you i see galaxies in my mind coming through your eyes after you close them and hold my lips so right. Everytime i miss you i wonder why you left and made me carry this behind Everytime i crave you i ask for everything we did together maybe too much But it's just that i can't help it, i need you more and more It's hurting my heart and it's hurting my mind
And when there’s no more tears left to fall, please raise your head up high, and remember that we’re still staring at the same wide sky, You and I— both hoping that everything will be fine, even if sometimes our stars refuse to shine.
ma.c.a // Look up, when you’re feeling down (via vomitingwords)
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Hannah Jesus destinations
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via wordsnquotes)