Constantly worrying about your reflection and criticizing your body, shape and...– Emma Thompson (via blua)
Every night and every morn, Some to misery are born, Every morn and every...– William Blake ‘Auguries of Innocence’ (via cmfcknw)
the complications you could do without: show me... →
sufjanism: show me the bruises on your tree-branch legs i’ll peel back my layers and let you look at my scars. i’ll kiss the purple blossoms that grow from your knees and let your thumbs feel the shiny spoils of lonely evenings that interrupt my tired thighs . show me the bruises on your tree-branch…
Please don’t forget me whenever your skin and mine are too far apart.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via skin-n-bones)
You give me flowers resembling Chinese lanterns. You give me hale, for yellow....– Rebecca Lindenberg, Catalogue of Ephemera (via coffeeislovely)
He was like a song I’d heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind...– Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via fleurare)
Find what you love and let it kill you.– Charles Bukowski (via tarrinj)
decembrist: Bombay Bicycle Club - Video Games...
I’m the lazy poet Who needs to fall in love In order to write anything. It’s...– Michael Attie (via coffeeislovely)
Someone I love once gave me a box full of darkness. it took me years to...– Mary Oliver (via aurelle)
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via vibranium)
sleepingtigers: I just need you to stop being nice to me unless you’re going to marry me.