Anonymous asked: Are you a happy person?
Shelter as we go And promise me this; you’ll wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms Surface, far below these words Maybe, just maybe I’ll come home Who am I, darling to you? Who am I? Going to tell you stories of mine Who am I?
redenvielsagennichts-deactivate asked: Your blog is flawless.
what if i lived in a beautiful apartment and wrote poetry and drank coffee with a guy with just the right amount of stubble and a t-shirt that smelled like him
My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via amatoriae)
dreams-distilled: Santa Monica Dream - Angus and...
[this is a sacred story.] I write down a line that turns into two ...– Hali Sofala, from “Mamalu” (via the-final-sentence)