9:53 (via andiwentupinflames)
I’ve spent this whole year trying to glue my pieces back together
to try and remember who I used to be
but now I have realized
I am a completely new soul
just in an old, scar covered body.
A Roman walks into a bar, holds up two fingers, and says ”Five beers, please.”
i dont get it
No one explain it
I need a make out session so intense that I forget all my problems and possibly my name.
Yrsa Daley-Ward, ‘bone.’
now available at amazon.com
I miss you in tiny earthquakes.
In little underground explosions.
My soil is a hot disaster.
Home is burning.
You’re a lost thing.
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.