“ we die on each others arms
every night
for it is the safest
place to be reborn again
each morning

rupikaurpoems:

“I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.”

- Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors

sexistdad:

2010 me would literally be terrified of 2015 me and I love it

(via cassis-flower)