I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite...– Charles Bukowski (via ponceau)
You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.– Paulo Coelho (via fawun)
There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden....– Kamenashi Kazuya (via kalories)
llnostalgia: supporting gay rights has nothing to do with being liberal, it has to do with being a decent person.
All I know of heaven is the fragile heat between two bodies.– Excerpt from Requiem with Coal, Butterflies, and Terrible Angels by Traci Brimhall (via champagnethursdays)
Her eyes were the color of faraway love.– Pablo Neruda (via sheeluv)