All it takes is a look into her eyes and you’re lost.

bread appreciation post 🥖

we're all weak for someone.

*takes 19 selfies*

*deletes 22 selfies*

in the springtime i feel little flowers grow in my heart too

when richard siken said “it keeps coming back to that: what do i do with these hands?” and when mitski said “i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands” and when olivia gatwood said “what am i, if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?” and when sylvia plath said “what did my fingers do before they held him? what did my heart do, with its love?”

Sophocles' Electra (tr. Peter Meineck & Paul Woodruff)

@inkskinned on tumblr/ “intimacy” by angelica alzona / “the leavetaking; poems: 1913-1956” by bertolt brecht / “helena” by my chemical romance / by daniel horowitz / “liberty” by paul eluard / “hard feelings” by lorde / “sunlight” by hozier / @sunsbleeding on tumblr

imagine calling me your gf, what a flex

I just want to thank pasta for being a part of my life

— “Живот в скалите”, Мария Лалева

Междудругото като е щастлив човек му личи

и като не е, пак му личи.

i’ve got all this rage in me and i don’t know where to put it

@rbhvleo // paul miller “utopia” // “the book of promothea” hélène cixous tr. betsy wing // gillian flynn “dark places” // ginger snaps // @heavensghost // @vawium // @traumathoughts // lucille clifton “leukemia as white rabbits” // ahamkara lustre print // audre lorde

Joy Harjo, from “Break My Heart”, An American Sunrise: Poems

I DONT UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE. DIE IN MY ARMS

the thought of kissing u never leaves my head