❝Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.❞


—Andrea Gibson, Pansies (via larmoyante)
April 18th with 8,118 notesreblog
word-stuck:

Madrugada is the period between “the dead of night” and “early morning”, roughly 1 - 4am.

word-stuck:

Madrugada is the period between “the dead of night” and “early morning”, roughly 1 - 4am.

mesogeios:

"IV—Arsenic

You are a shadow, wreathed in the judgment
of darkened cathedrals, bloodied rose gardens,
sacramental souls lying scattered on the floor.

And I, I am frightened by your scent 
like opium, like rust in the rain.”

—Kristina Costa, Elements: Love in Five Parts

April 16th with 22 notesreblog
❝I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.❞


—Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
April 15th with 23,107 notesreblog
word-stuck:

şafak (submitted by Lavie Violet)

word-stuck:

şafak (submitted by Lavie Violet)

❝April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.❞


—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via larmoyante)
April 13th with 22,274 notesreblog
❝I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’❞


—Neil Gaiman (via larmoyante)
April 12th with 5,567 notesreblog
heartrate:

i found my old journal2013, july;"final entry,she is home.”2014, january;"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."

heartrate:

i found my old journal

2013, july;
"final entry,
she is home.”

2014, january;
"i ripped these poems out as rough as you ripped me from your life, i fucking hate how you keep the stars glowing and the oxygen flowing, i did it without even flinching don’t you dare tell me you never felt anything, don’t you fucking dare, i loved you more than the sea loved the shore and you tore me away like a gorgeous fucking drought."