Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson  #tylerknott

✨indie/spiritual blog✨

The view from the Vance Creek bridge.Full post: www.jordanvoth.com/the-olympic-peninsula
"I have lived
in my body
for years
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel."
Michelle K., Body of Maps. (via michellekpoems)

(via this--too--shall--pass)


Wait but I am a hipster and I can still make your hips stir

A kitchen to run away to.  (via i want that kitchen)
"I want you to hold my hand while we grocery shop. I want you to play with my hair while we watch our favorite tv shows. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to play my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me."

(via jessielou24)

This is so sweet aw

(via -pr0found)

(via bekarie)


'its just a feeling i get'

untitled by aeron photography on Flickr.
"I’ve experienced two kinds of love
The stable kind
You love each other
Like best friends
Talk till 6am
Even on weekdays
The kind where you’re
Both always pleasantly full
With each others
It always ends
With salty tears
That soak your pillow
Every night
For weeks
Till the void is filled
With something
Then the not so stable kind
You’re both
Raging with
Anger and need
And frustration and
Spite and jealousy
And hate and fear
And pride and
Fuck yous thrown
Form every angle
Till bloody tears screech down
Your face and
You both collapse
And do not talk
For weeks
I’d like to say
I don’t prefer the latter
Like I’d like to say
I don’t prefer
Sugar in my tea
And I probably would say that
With my collection of lies
To myself
There’s something sickly sweet
About the taste of
Not knowing
About insecure hearts
Hanging on strings
Above barbed wire
And growling beasts
And thirsty fire
Which is why
When you’re done
Trying to forget me
And sulking
And fucking
And I’m
Done lying to boys
And pretending
About being
Loved up
I always take you back
For another
To the chest"
p.k — no sugar please (via youalonefilltheuniverse)

(via iwakeupandpissexcellence)