I needed her like fresh air; I could have lived without her, but I never wanted to.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.
Seeing someone read a book you love is seeing a book recommend a person.
I hope she kisses you with
the entire universe in her mouth
so that you wake up with
stars on your lips
and a smile that
You’re allowed to scream, you’re allowed to cry, but do not give up.