I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.by I heard you got a new girlfriend (via seprate)
(Source: extrasad, via satans-testicle)
She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.by Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via rabbitinthemoon)
can i be your cigarette
so you can pull me out
of a black dark box
so you can light me up
when i’m cold
so you can keep me on
so you can inhale me
even though you know
how toxic i am
but you don’t really care
cause you love that feeling
in your lungs
(Source: shyest-ink, via heartsofangels)
on our last day at the beach I decided to take a stroll and take photos to document the little things I think people less likely notice at the beach.
I took a photograph of the fishermen, some baby crabs, some different coloured rocks and a freshly caught fish.
oh and I only used a kit lens throughout the beach getaway.
(Nikon D5000, Kit Lens, Processed using Aperture 3)
In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.by ― Mark Twain (via psych-quotes)
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.
Some things take rootby Slow Dance, by Tim Seibles (via squeats)
in the brain and just don’t
I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.by ― T.S. Eliot (via psych-quotes)