Sometimes I think I shouldn’t let you come back. This has all gone on too long. It is so hard to love someone so inconstant, someone who is so often fading before my eyes. But I know I will always welcome your return. The way you crack open the sky to come home to me. It is all I can do to bathe in your brilliance. Beautiful, after all this time you still control my every move. I become such a monster when I miss you. Darling, it is always so dark when you’re gone. ❞
Clementine von Radics, From The Ocean To The Moon (via hellanne)
Charles Bukowski, Post Office (via hellanne)
If I ever turned invisible the first thing I’d do is go to France and beat up a mime. Everyone would think he is the greatest performer to ever live.
All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via violentwavesofemotion)
but hips don’t lie your honour
what do you mean a thesaurus isnt a dinosaur