“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage. — E.E. Cummings”—(via neoromanticism)
we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run
“You are made of bent coathangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands.
I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.”— from These End-Stopped Affairs, in Fall Higher, Dean Young (via budddha)
“And it has been
of a year.
I have worn
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
looks like, my dear.”—Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year. (via thisisthehorrorshow)
“I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via fabulousfllow)