maybe january light will consume my heart
June 2013
“All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.” —Clementine von Radics (via fashion-suicide)
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.” —Clementine von Radics (via fashion-suicide)
May 2013
you are beautiful
a curtain flapping in front of an open window
glimpses of sunlight
wind on my face
warm windows
you have a way that confuses me
like a home that I never knew existed, never knew I needed
never knew I wanted
but everything about you makes me want to cry
and I don’t know what to do
but kiss you.
