He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
Richard Siken, from “Anyway” (via can–not)
If anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.
Clementine von Radics
(via soulsscrawl)
(via soulsscrawl)
I plucked the flowers growing in
my heart and tried to make a
bouquet out of the pain I had
blossomed from but the colors
were so dull compared to the
hues of your words, yet you
still painted me with
thank yous.
A bouquet of flowers // Is love seeing color in growth? (via dollpoetry)
I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.
C.S. Lewis (via wordsnquotes)
We harm
our stunning bodies. We repent
every time. Forever climbing out
from our mud into your mess
of feathers and music, everything
ringing of angels,
we reek of borrowed lovers.
Eugenia Leigh, excerpt of “Now Show Me Your Glory” (via backshelfpoet)
she breathes in dirt and exhales flowers.
isa-ampersand (via wordsnquotes)
I was tagged by vinylsanddaisies to write 15 things that make me happy & tag 15 people to do so too:)
15. rainstorms
14. tea
13. poetry. and slam poetry
12. perfect eyeliner
11. vintage cameras
10. long soft hair
9. sunny fields
8. fresh baguettes
7. old notebooks with doodles
6. silhouettes
5. high heeled boots
4. cereal
3. 4am conversations
2. white roses
1. pizza
and since I don’t have any friends, I’m just going to tag my angel plant-recovery , because you make me happy xxx
She pops a cherry into her mouth and with eyes full of mischief she leans in close, ‘Oh darling, your words, they seep into my veins and bring sunshine to my soul.’
sdf (#91 | From a plot piece fleshed out in my mind, but sadly will never be written | 17/12/14)
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