(Source: embroiderypoems, via writingsforwinter)
I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.
• ask me anything
messy hair, thirsty heart
Beach Baby | Bon Iver
Tell your lucky one
To know that you’ll leave
(Source: indaymusic, via loveyourchaos)
The way you just want to be the warmth of that scarf wrapped around their neck, the cool drink that hits their sweating upper lip. The umbrella against pouring rain, the pillow after a tiring day. The way you want to be inhabited in their life as some necessary thing—well, I suppose some people call that love.
“If you can’t laugh together in bed, the chances are you are incompatible, anyway. I’d rather hear a girl laugh well than try to turn me on with long, silent, soulful, secret looks. If you can laugh with a woman, everything else falls into place.”
speaking the truth
(Source: fortheloveofdona, via jvclynn)
whenever I reblog the red thread posts, someone always reblogs it and mentions they want to get it tattooed on them
but just keep in mind that you will get asked every single day, without fail, if you drew that on your pinky & how annoying it becomes to have to explain that no, you did not draw the same thing on yourself every single day for the past six months you dumb ass
I love my tattoos, but hate having to explain them to random strangers who think they’re entitled to know what I choose to put on my body
An old project from last year. One of a set of three. To extract the book from its box, both ends of the ribbons must be pulled at once. Pulling only one will get nowhere.
Two people connected by the red string of fate are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch, tangle, and knot, but will never break.
(via beautifail)
“Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.”
— Lao Tzu
(Source: lazyyogi, via iamtheconfusedman)
The truth might bury you, but lies will suffocate any relationship.
I choose truth.
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
— Unknown (via unplesant)
(Source: another-troubled-soul, via aalsurvive)
I’m not ready to forgive you, I’m not ready to forget you.
