“love everything you’ve always loved”
– Charles Bukowski (via in-a-bed-of-flowers)
I am not like
burning in hell.
the hell of
when a friend asks you for a piece of paper and 12 other kids ask you too
[[seductively does nothing to indicate I’m attracted to you]]
– All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via genesus)
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.