I want to start writing more. Even if its just small things.


"I am somewhere in between
You and me, lost deep in this vast black sea.
I will go down with this submarine,
In a series of lucid dreams of how it could be
and too some degree,
Can still be.”


"We are all walking universes
and when we kiss we create galaxies
and when we touch stars will burn
and when we intertwine life will be created
and when we fight black holes will appear”

"I am melting from your heat collecting in the cracks in the floor
I am weak with defeat and these feet can no longer support more
I haven’t felt my heart beat like it used to in some time,
The walls of my rib cage are filled with all the things I confine.
I tried to plant flowers in the empty spaces but only to find they became weeds, overgrown in my heart and my mind.”

"Everything is a constant reminder of what I almost had
How hollow everything has become
I’ve never noticed how bright the sun is some days
Bleaching out all the color in the world.”

"A flower can’t pick its self up and move if something comes and blocks out the light. Why would you plant a winter crop, during summer?
You want to create but your hands were made to destroy.”

Be kind to yourself while blooming. I know sometimes it feels like your soul doesn’t always fit. It’s all a part of the process.
- Emery Allen  (via weaverofstars)

(Source: wethinkwedream)

I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
- Hunter S. Thompson (via psychedelic-orgasm)

(Source: delicatelybruised)

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
- Azra.T, My Heart is Full of Open Windows (via girl-violence)

(Source: 5000letters)