These, are Just a Series of Exhales.

This is where I put all the things I'm too scared to say.
Talk to me. I'm here to listen.
qoax:

todo me lleva a ticomo si todo lo que existearomas, luz, metales,fueran pequeños barcos que naveganhacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan
-Pablo Neruda, Si tu me olvidas

qoax:

todo me lleva a ti
como si todo lo que existe
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan

-Pablo Neruda, Si tu me olvidas

(Source: aformofhealing, via freeparadise)

 

 

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boyirl:

Jessie Roth

"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."

— Jack Kerouac (via hemingwayslemonade)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via brouhahamagazine)

(Acción Poética—PTO Wilches)

(Acción Poética—PTO Wilches)

"Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was."

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via quotes-shape-us)

(via redfeminist)

silent-beautiful-screams:

Rainy weather.

(Source: fallingthorns, via rustyvoices)

(touch me)

it’s okay to want to break bones
and cradle spines—

some nights are empires
disguised in heartbeats.