She Was Just Like The Moon: Lonely And Untouchable, Yet Romantic And Shrouded In Mystery.

Okay someone betterrr hug me like thattt !

And dear witchess,turn me into a cat.

Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

how inhuman of me,

to break my heart

and bones

again and again, through the night

all by myself.

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Yep.

so damn true.

Warner: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Kishimoto. Kenji: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

Weaving Memories

I weave memories into words,

Because it's all I know,

Good, bad, happy, sad,

Every single one,

I weave and make poems,

Because it was the only thing I had,

When I was alone.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947