Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.
There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.
For you, I’d steal the stars.
It blows my mind that after all this time you’ve spent on earth, nobody ever bothered to tell you that your eyes aren’t fucking brown.
They are copper against honey and sage and when they water they glow, two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.
You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.
Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships.
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.