Voss, Norway. photo by Jan Ove
I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Warsan Shire (via l-oo)
I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.
Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
oh god 2.0 