Time for Bed.
Tag: poetry
looking at you it occurred to me
I could sit around all day
wearing nothing but your kiss.
Shane Koyczan, excerpt from “Skin 2”
Do not make
homes
out of people.
This will leave you
homesick
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
roofs,
hearts with
shaky foundations.
Michelle K., Home. (via crimical)
I am tired of
reaching into myself
and pulling out pieces
of you.
Stolenwine (via mashamorevna)
darknesstohislight 