poem for the Desolate.

ashes to ashes

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[bitmemisoykuler]

[foxeia]

Tamarind House

[hibiscusflowerhoney]

[hatin]

via weheartit

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777

[sweetdreamssex96-deactivated202]

#sweetdreams

[berkdiyebiri]

[drapedinink]

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‘wow’- Owen Wilson.

[theoverbakedbiskit]

open letter to the only person I truly, truly loved:

I think about you, or rather I think about how it felt to be in love. I know I don’t miss you, but I miss how I felt when I was with you. I don’t miss the hurt or the sadness, but in retrospect I’d do it all again, everything just to feel something again. Truth be told I’ve been lost and scared and terrified of everything since we’ve parted. I’ve leaned into the more toxic mess that I am. I don’t need you or need to save me, but I do need what we had again my life.

Sincerely E.

[theoverbakedbiskit]

fuck I’m sexually deprived.

[feelingsoftheday]

I need someone who can hear my voice even if I’m silent.

[vintagewarhol]

[foxeia]

Kelsey Merritt

[babestx]

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