Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via freyjageist)
cute boys ruin my life i hate them so much that i could punch them
in the mouth
with my mouth
(via orangefrosting)
Your body is the house you grew up in, how dare you try to burn it to the ground.
Sierra Demulder (via middecember)
(via middecember)
