I have galaxies hidden between my bones

[decision]

via weheartit

[danger]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

when antonio porchia said “you know so much about me and yet you don’t understand me. to know is not to understand. we could know everything and still not understand anything”

[melisica]

Terra Kate

[dangerly]

[stern-los]

It's a vicious cycle you see, collecting hearts to mend your own

Elle

[niclasvonschedvin-blog]

[nevver]

Oh Christ…

[stern-los]

It was the exact opposite for me. At first all I wanted was sex with her, but soon I wanted more. More sex, yes, in unusual places, and all different kinds. But that wasn’t all. I wanted her to fill the empty spaces left by a father who never once praised me, ‘friends’ who used me, an ice princess mom who raised me with glass kisses.

 Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

[indevotio]

[etoile-filantes]

I was never poetry.

etoile-filantes

[heartsnmagic]

[lastlaughlan3-deactivated201312]

[coltre]

[kafkasapartment]

[stern-los]

“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somalia. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (via stern-los)

[fashionemerald-deactivated20210]

“SHE KNEW”