(via declinate)
(via declinate)
(via declinate)
i want my heart to be held. held with care. I don’t want anything else. i don’t want you to carry my quivering body in your arms while i scream loudly by your side. i want you to hold my heart. crawl within my skin. suckle on my veins. slither through these valves. hide in these rusted vaults. come for me before this angel of yours, collapses under the weight of our expectations and morals and all the worldly lights buzzing outside our haven.
(via deadman-suggestions)
I don’t know what perfection is, be it my art, my words, my songs, my melodies, my love. once I used to thrash my being for not creating intricately woven words, but after 20years of living and this past year with you, all I know is there’s nothing perfect, no perfect love, no perfect lies, no perfect words to express what you want and what you feel.
(via deadman-suggestions)
(via declinate)
[ID: excerpt from “Nights and Days” by Adrienne Rich:
We are waalking streets you have by heart from childhood
streets you have graven and erased in dreams:
scrolled portals, trees, nineteenth-century statues.
We are holding hands so I can see
everything as you see it
I follow you into your dreams
your past, the places
none of us can explain to anyone.]
(via sift)
oh you’re a mcr fan? name 3 churches you’ve sucked dick in
(via theblithewitchproject)