No-Kahki's-Jake

flutters-of-butterfly-wings:

I have heard
that morning buries
itself deeply
withing the confines
of your rib cage on
Sunday mornings,
and with each crack
and creak of bones
bending back
into place,
I find myself falling
further and further
in love with
the music of a Monday
without chaos.

I try as hard as I can to keep you happy and I enjoy every second of it

Sometimes you just feel like this, even on a warm summer day

Sometimes you just feel like this, even on a warm summer day

flutters-of-butterfly-wings:

Look up from the broken
ground, take in the
light of a million stars glistening
against obsidian sky,
and remember that the world
is not flat and you will
find your way back
home again.

we-smoke-the-blunts:

donaldbump:

this deserves waay more notes

good god

woodendreams:

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When I tell you I love you, it’s not just sounds that I make with my mouth. It comes from the heart, my whole being pushes me to say those words because it is tired of holding the feelings in. My love for you runs throughout my body, I hope you know

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by Tim Ronca  (timronca.tumblr.com)