xviiivx: my box of goon squashed my fries junk 4 life tbh
Once I was ordinary: Sat by my father’s bean tree Eating the fingers of wisdom. The birds made milk. When it thundered I hid under a flat stone. The mother of mouths didn’t love me. The old man shrank to a doll. O I am too big to go backward: Birdmilk is feathers, The bean leaves are dumb as hands. This month is fit for little. The dead ripen in the grapeleaves. A red...
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars...– ― Anaïs Nin (via artistwriter)
[[MORE]] the boy i am seeing is perfect and everything feels like spring and fresh starts and i was so upset when things never culminated between us last year and i dont believe in fate too much but i think some things are only supposed to happen when you’re in a good place for them.