(Source: topulence)

“When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.”
— Andrea Gibson

(via silhouettesofspilledink)

(Source: psych-facts)

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via feellng)

taking pics sipping coffee is a tradition..each time i go to a new place it has to be done 🙈📍✔️

(Source: christiescloset)

Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.

To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.

I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.


Kim Addonizio, For Desire (via hellanne)