January 2012
thevirtualhermit:
Words carved a
Tattoo into my skin
Before fingers ever
Traced the scars
Looks brushed my lips
Before kisses did
There was no space
I hadn’t felt you
Before you dared
To touch.
broken brights // angus stone (via katepulley)
tihi-don:
She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say… ‘You’re an idiot’. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man.
“I know it hurts right now, sweetheart, but that’s how you know it was a...”
– Modern Family (via eletheowl)
Bits
tylerknott:
I think I am comforted by the fact that even if I was broken to bits, each and every bit would sing your name. -Tyler Knott Gregson-
52hearts:
Won’t you get to know me and my soft fragile hands? And the way I’d like to write letters along your back with my fingers and have you guess all the things I cannot say? Won’t you get to know me and the way I like to spend my Sundays, lounging around in a huge sweatshirt and no pants with a constant book held inside my palms and how I like to post it note each page that carries a new...
colors and somewhere overseas.
autumnfires:
I want to go where the sea can hold me in it’s palms, blue and salty fingers that clench around my limbs or where the earth splits wide open to swallow me whole so I can drown in it’s core and melt in it’s lava. Somewhere I can curl up into myself and linger there for a while. I don’t live in the stars but sometimes I hide comets behind my ears, let them glow in the space between my...
mend this heart
“… It is unbearably painful
For the soul to love silently.”
– Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems (translated by Judith Hemschemeyer)
