There is an indescribable feeling that comes from being desperately in love with...– Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via rainydaysandblankets)
lasciviouszelda: my hands slide up from your chest to stroke the nape of your neck they make their way towards your face, I gently cup your cheeks I twist your head and snap your neck because I cannot stand you
come to the heart of everything- to the quiet, to the beginning of anything for momentary clarity, relief, flight. dust. it’s okay, to dust we’ll return.
people: so what kind of music do you like?
me: ugh it's not that simple
You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why...– Clive Barker (via milktree)
crabsitckz: hopelessbaka: at least gravity is attracted to me *floats away*