(Source: filomenasmarket, via awelltraveledwoman)
(Source: seaweedandgravel, via modernhepburn)
I’m sorry.
I don’t know
how to
make it stop
or go away.
(Source: wallflower-musings, via brokenmachine)
(Source: headlikeanorange, via brokenmachine)
Wait
Do not chase
Do not wear the soles of your shoes
Down on boys
Who won’t cradle your feet
In their laps
Do not waste
Your words
Exhaust your tongue
In the silent poetry
Of kisses
On those
Who don’t exhale
Your name
Like a prayer
Wait.
(via theclotheshorse)
(Source: justlittlethings)




