i used to think that saying “i love you” was this sacred thing and that saying it too much to too many people would make it lose meaning but now i think the exact opposite. i love every person i meet and every person i see, they’re all just different kinds of love and they manifest in different ways.

(via msfrannyglass)

I will return to a new
home, with the same
family, and houses
down the street that
look nothing like

I will not sneak out
of that impossibly
loud window to walk
the mile to yours.
I will not knock three
times upon getting
to it. You will not

You will not call me,
your voice drenched
in drawn out breath,
your tongue wrapped
around each “come
over” as if I was the
disaster you needed
to pull you out of
your own.

I will have nothing
to stay up late for,
but I will stay up
any way, out of
habit or inability to
fall asleep.

I have been having
so much trouble
sleeping, recently.

I will return to an
unfamiliar home
in a familiar city,
some part of me
still wishing that
you will come in
through that window.

The rest of this body
will fight to hold onto
the pieces of me that
know it is best. Sleeping
alone is better than
sleeping in the arms of
boys like you, boys
who only hold onto
others so that they do
not lose sight of

i am dreaming of different skin now, but even so, i will expect your voice to crawl from behind my door in the middle of the early morning ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)

More nature here


me dying


(Source: marathonsofconsumption, via msfrannyglass)

This bitch bad


empty lungs
Read entirely, then outside the brackets, then inside the brackets.

beautiful 3 poems in one


i’m into really low commitment hangouts like lying on the floor near each other or falling asleep together or falling into an endless void together

(via stolenwine)

i hope you fall in love with someone who makes you question why you ever thought you would be better off alone
unknown (via kushandwizdom)
I hope the stars
look after you in
your sleep, I
hope you are
loved by all the
light in the sky.
i hope for a lot of things, these days ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
Green grass & high tides forever
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