violentwavesofemotion:

“Slowly I dance out of the burning house of my head.”

— Mark Strand, from The Compete Poems; “The Way It Is,” wr. c. June 1975

666-plug:

Hide your face in my neck and sleep

inso-uciant:

richassness:

90s babies we’re getting old

i don’t want to talk about it

Shit

pivovarovah:

“I have swallowed these words like bullets.”

— Anne Sexton, from Live or Die; Crossing the Atlantic. 
(via loveage-moondream)

(Source: xshayarsha)