text – Page 43 – oh god 2.0

And I can’t
help
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
favorite
book. But I still
cannot read you,
you are
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.

Michelle K., Like A Book. (via sadlittlewords)

Compassion, the only way back.

Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you.
I swear to god that’s how they make stars.

Mary Lambert (via aquoteeveryday)

“But my heart is an old house
(the kind my mother
grew up in)
hell to heat and cool
and faulty in the wiring
and though it’s nice to look at
I have no business
inviting lovers in.”
— Clementine von Radics

“don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage.”

I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.

C.G. Jung (via natural-magics)

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality. I’d find you and I’d choose you.

Kiersten White (via 4357milesisnothing)