if you return to me (by er_code_blue)
feather in the wind
"every leaf that gave way before my outstretched arms offered possible mystery. the earth was warm and brown and fragrant and seemed to invite a sort of barefooted ecstasy with no worry of stones or other debris to cause me any harm."
(via solaluna)
(via humblebumble)
(via humblebumble)
(via para-diso)
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath (via acraeus)
(via a-lovely-cup-of-jo)
(via para-diso)
(via solaluna)
(via solaluna)
S W A G G.
(via solaluna)
