March 2012
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because...”
– Augusten Burroughs (via mermaidsongs)
frank ocean: could this be earth? →
frankocean:
could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
& it was silent.
& what is this love?
i don’t…
“here
we’ll be lovers, in a peeling house
at the crossroads, we’ll cross with...”
– “Tuesday, March” by Marcin Świetlicki translated by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese (via queenartemis)
“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via tuileries)
