When I love you,
I really fucking love you.
There are no in betweens.
I don’t know what grey is.
My love is black and white.

-(My love is true)

(Source: fragmentallygirl, via bleachedinbloom)


I don’t hate you I just hate i can’t have  you

Wembury Beach by Kieron Foster

cat feat. desk

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?

-Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You (via 5000letters)

(Source: larmoyante, via poisonandw-i-n-e)

I should have told you this is it. This is my mouth. This is the cavern of all my lies, the birth of my promises, a corpse of rust. This is my first leap - the miles between my cheekbones, the time you’ve spent with your eyes closed - did you imagine my mouth was a spider web blooming? Did you imagine my tongue was a typewriter you could learn to play?

-Carrie Rudzinski, A History of Mouths (via unfoldingthemyth)

(via rustyvoices)


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