Let me feel it all,
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
and let all of you feel me.
Skin, breath, fingers, heat.
(via loveyourchaos)
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
Let me feel it all,
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
and let all of you feel me.
Skin, breath, fingers, heat.
(via loveyourchaos)
(via modddy)
Have been working my butt off since I submitted my fyp just to fund my graduation trip(s) and yessah, thailand + europe w the most precious company ever.
So so so fucking stoked.
(via modddy)
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
Rudy Francisco (via wolf-cub)
(Source: in-finitus, via stxxa)
She liked to hear the sound of my typewriter from the study downstairs. It was a comforting sound, she said, like listening to me think, although I do not know how the sound of me thinking could comfort anyone; quite the opposite I should have said.
John Banville, The Sea (via fleurstains)
(via hidings)
(via loveyourchaos)
All i am is a tiny speck, compared to the vast horizon surrounding me as the sailboat bobbed in rhythm with the waves.
Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.
George R.R. Martin (via fawun)
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via ponceau)
(Source: 13neighbors, via eletheowl)