“When I Was Five, I Burned My Hand On The Stove My Mother Never Warned Me Not To Touch. Wrapping My

Let me hold your gentle, beating heart. Steal the warmth from my hands until my fingers run cold. Take gulps of me, all I’ll ask for is sips of you.”

— taste; echo

"She loves the tranquility of lush green forests. I love the stillness of the deep open ocean. There’s little pieces of each other in our eyes. I blink and I see her world with mine."

— glimpses of us; echo

“Tell me again how Rome burned, how our bodies became the sun - in those moments, with our legs tangled in bedsheets, my fingertips catching rays of light from your skin - Tell me again how our ashes were too holy for this universe to taste.”

— An empire, fallen | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

When you cycled by, Here began all my dreams

The saddest thing I've ever seen

And you never knew, How much I really liked you

Because I never even told you, Oh, and I meant to

Are you still there or have you moved away?

Or have you moved away?

back to the old house - the smiths

she is the spit i cannot swallow the air i cannot breathe her touch so far from me leaving me violent for a rage i couldn’t possibly yet know eternity is not enough for desire

— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul

Art by Matteo Moni

i look at her and to put it simply, i see my muse for the first time looking right back at me.

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information