lifeinpoetry:

Where shall I cause my shame to go?
Where shall I cause my shame to go?
This is not even my story any more.
This has never been about me.

— Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon, from “Tamar’s Blues,” Black Swan

adrasteiax:

“Silly me. I thought love was real”

— Ocean Vuong, from Eurydice in “Night Sky With Exit Wounds”

rnyfh:

really quick ones while i dry my hair before bed

kevingetem:

I really be breaking my own heart expecting to get what I give

ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit:

ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit:

ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit:

frogmp3:

men are fucked up but i like it when they have nose rings

sleeepinglimbs:

Some of u never thought the moon was “following you home” at night when u watched it from your moms car and it shows