everyone is born average, the rest is just mise en scène
We met at the wrong time. But I feel so lucky that we ever met all.
Recuerdo, pero quiero olvidar.
Yo se mas que necessito pero menos que mi cuerpo gusta.
En la lengua que no es mio, tampoco es tio. Solamente algo que ocurrio.
A teller of stories, a teller of tales, a teller of truth, he told until his heart grew too frail.
I never met you but I feel like I knew you. So many of us did. Today we mourn the loss of an imperfect man who inspired us, spoke his mind, and gave light to parts unknown. You’ll always have a tender space in our hearts. I’m so sad you’re gone. #rip #anthony bourdain #ineloquent but true
For the love of pronouns
He loves she
She loves him
Him adores he and he alone.
There is no home for any of them.
She compares herself to them and thinks she’s better. The others do the same.
Everyone of the she’s needing to believe.
(via dreameroftheundreampt)
theres a certain heat that raises from off ur skin
i felt it when i buttoned the top portion of ur grey hoodie
it was on ur shoulder close to my favorite part of u
i remember when i used to touch those
i used to crush on those muscles just to feel the power
i miss that
i think arms are the gates to heaven
because they can hold u tight
make u feel safe from harm
u could make me feel safe for a little bit
i know im not safe really
but ur arms could lie to me sweetly