"It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them."
— K.P.K (via br-okenpromise)
(Source: towritepoems, via thecultivated)
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower.
When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him.
After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry.
When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears.
Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life,
you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again
and wonder why you ever stopped.
(Source: pessimisticccoffee, via thecultivated)
"It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man."
— Unknown (via basillico)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via basillico)
"Just because someone hurt you does not mean you have to suffer indefinitely."
— Fred Luskin
Forgive for Good (via yoga9vipassana)
"I crave you in the most innocent ways. I crave when you search for my hand while you sleep, I crave the way you look at me when you’ve told a bad joke - because you know I’ll laugh no matter what, I crave the way you brush through my hair when I’m crying and I crave the way you sigh of happiness when I hug you tight. I crave being near you"
— A distant lover (via distanceisnotabarrier)
drink you away
— SIX WORD POEM (11/29/13)
(Source: ericboydblog, via bel0ve)
"When I look down, I don’t see the earth
and when I look up, I don’t see the vault of the sky—
Whatever I glance at I see You."
— Rumi (via ekaarzu)
(Source: saalik, via bel0ve)
"Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think."
— Charles Bukowski (via ugeuhqfbqgoqhng9q)
(Source: mytheatreofcruelty, via haveuseenmollyy)