I have been told the most healing thing we can do, is remind ourselves over and over that other people feel this, too.

(Source: rifles, via seeking-eternity)

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

—   Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via 5000letters)

(via raftingemu)

here is my home. I’m watching movies in Central Park and drinking wine out of plastic cups and spending time with my best friend and living my dreams. I might just be dreaming, I might just be dreaming.
Lorde - 400 Lux

(Source: nicoosuxx, via myinkstainedheart)


I eat on the palm of your hands, you serve
a buffet of fresh fruits, sweet bread, lure.
Oh let me crawl now closer to you, I smell the scent
of juniper and mornings pouring out your pores

across the chest, the nape of the neck. I am full
but I am hungry. I can neither defend nor deny my greed.
I want you to build me a home along your ribs where
in idle hours I may pick a song or write a poem.

if someone could find these and send them to me that would be just fine thanks. 

(Source: potteringcat.co.jp, via theniftiestnomad)

“Let’s get drunk at midnight, listen to our favorite songs and kiss so much that our lips burn”

—   (via bl-ossomed)

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“Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.”

—   Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)

(via disgustip4ted)


morning’s first light

(via mellyannsavelly)