(via banksandrevolt)

Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except yourself.

I hate you, but I still I miss you, and a part of me still loves you.

If you think you can grasp me, think again: my story flows in more than one direction, a delta springing from the river bed with its five fingers spread.

I am myself. That is not enough.

You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.

People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.

v-is:

“A ciggerette for all of your problems”

(via tequila-and-tits)

I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.