"my body is a brush fire"
- Jeanann Verlee
"Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers."
- Margaret Atwood; “Homelanding” from Good Bones (via pigmenting)
(via passionately--curious)
"You were never sure about me.
You watched all my pick up lines drop things.
But I don’t play that game anymore."
- Andrea Gibson (via ineedtocalmmyself)a (via odetotumbling)
(via spiteandcaffeine)
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
-
-Andrea Gibson (via angerr)
goosebumps.
(via tryinggtoevolve)
(via tryinggtoevolve)
"Can you taste my name
in the corners of your mouth
before you say it?"
-
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via tylerknott)
(via saintqueer)
"Now ask me what I am, I’ll tell you all of the above and none of what they’ve ever listed. I will say I have never cared to be nearly as much as I cared to become."
- Andrea Gibson (via ineedtocalmmyself)
(via cultivate-it)
