(Source: whoria, via confettioverdose)
Just J
i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
(Source: oceanicforest, via loveyourchaos)
‘Son of Darkness’ by Eric Fan
(via chanelkitty)
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But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via sincerelymygypsysoul)
(Source: larmoyante, via sincerelymygypsysoul)
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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
Frédéric Chopin (via armonioso)
(Source: decembrist, via yunzi)
Promise me this: when you finally leave me, you’ll
Clementine von Radics (via naisae)
get creative. Tell me I was more disappointing than
your childhood. Send me your bloody ear with a letter
saying “I’ve got to Gogh. You’re making me crazy.”
I am hard to love but know this much: you are the
only thing I like doing more than writing poems.
(Source: collidewithyoursky, via yunzi)
