I love people who teach me something new. Expand my mind. Talk to me about the universe. Share your dreams with me. Take me on a mental trip.
(via queerlysad)
You grew me flowers then they died so it must be my funeral
I love people who teach me something new. Expand my mind. Talk to me about the universe. Share your dreams with me. Take me on a mental trip.
(via queerlysad)
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via coral)
(via so-white-it-glows)
“6 Word Memoirs: 1. We die before we come alive. 2. Why did you leave so fast? 3. Your lips, my lips, fuck it. 4. I am too sad to function. 5. Paradise is a state of mind. 6. Stop tearing me away from myself. 7. Love yourself first and be indestructible. 8. I stare at walls of art. 9. Love took some time to understand. 10. I cannot stop looking at you. 11. When did your beauty overtake you? 12. Sadness comes from pain, not ugliness. 13. Feelings fucked me up every day. 14. I can still feel you lingering. 15. I haven’t deleted those old messages. 16. Goodbyes kill me too much anyways. 17. I’m desperately seeking warmth and bliss. 18. I felt ugly everyday for months. 19. Flowers bloom if you water them. 20. Let me be free tonight, please.”— 6 words can tell a story. | Morsus Engel | (via actuates)
(Source: decrepitaremos, via stupid-littl3-girl)
(Source: minuty, via goodreadss)
(via vorfreudde)
(via understands)