when you kiss me, a thousand flowers slither down the inside of my throat, and i feel bad for having to throw them up later, when i feel i’m too large for you. but when the bile leaves my gut and comes out in peonies daisies roses i feel like i’m doing the right thing, and it’s terrible because i’m not.
i’ve never seen anyone look out a window like that. truly, truly, look out a window like that. i thought it was just a cute fairytale romantics told themselves: that they’d find their love in someone that spent time looking at the rain as it fell in droplets, frozen crystals. you have the back of your head propped up against your hand and your blue eyes, bluer than the sea, they’re glazed over...
i started to ask myself if all my poems are going to be about you and i don’t know why, but maybe it’s because you speak like the sea, slow and soft in my ear about anything - everything, you’ve got a voice i want to hear everything from, i want to hear about your day, how was your day? well, i hope.
when a girl is upset, do not simply ask her what’s wrong, because chances are, she won’t know herself. she won’t know herself in the sense that — she doesn’t know why she’s sad she doesn’t know why she’s angry she has lost all sense of individuality. when a girl is upset, do not simply ask her what’s wrong, just pat her back, give her a hug...
He strips me away to my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized...– Angela Carter, The Erl King. (via light-essence)
I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not...– Warsan Shire (via fleurstains)
Strange, I barely know you, but yet I feel deeply connected to you. Crave, I...– 넬, Beautiful Stranger (via faons)