"I used to build dreams about you."


Yili Apricot Valley, China. Every year, these rolling hills in Xinjiang explode into a puffy sea of pink and white. As the largest groves of apricots in the region, this flowering signifies the beginning of the fruiting season, while also transforming the landscape into something other-worldly.

Sep 22    + 47932


"you make me laugh but its not funny"
from Beginners (2010) dir. Mike Mills

Sep 22    + 3035

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.

Louis Adamic (via pattiocleavis)

Sep 22    + 15463

And the entire history of my love
Is you and this evening.

Hermann Hesse, Elizabeth  (via petrichour)

Sep 22    + 1060

I am the kind of woman who is already teaching my body to miss yours

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from “sthandwa sami (my beloved, isiZulu),” bone  (via lifeinpoetry)

Sep 22    + 520

Anonymous: i need a really long hug and a warm shoulder. i thought i was in control of my feelings and that everything is alright and that i dont miss him so much and that he misses me so much too but i need a hug i need to tell someone. this is the part when i make a frustrated noise because the world is silly and so is love but its so beautiful and i think i am acutally in love with him or that i love him and he loves me but idk.. hugs? ughh im so tired

lots and lots of hugs. you’ll figure things out soon. sending you forehead kisses and lots of warm thoughts in the meantime.

Sep 22    + 5


wryer: Bon Iver, Bon Iver

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You used to believe in this city of miracles,
but that was three heartbreaks ago.
Since then,
it’s been sleeping with the windows open
hoping someone will hear
your heart breaking
from three doors down.
Since then,
it’s been thinking too long about
cashiers who ask you how your day’s been and
tell you to stay safe.
Since then,
it’s been setting the sky on fire
and dancing in the ash that follows.
Since then,
it’s been poetry you can’t understand
and poetry that rips you apart in the wrong places.
Since then,
it’s been
staying up at night to talk to your oldest mistake,
when you swear you’re just praying
out loud.
When you swear you’ve
moved beyond all of that.

Y.Z, how long’s it been since you’ve felt unhaunted?

Sep 21    + 731


how do you people do this like?? this took me three hours

Sep 21    + 130031

He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red.

Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via fleurishes)

Sep 21    + 1970

We will love like dogwood.
Kiss like cranes.
Die like moths.
I promise.

Larissa Shmailo, “Spring Vow” (via oofpoetry)

Sep 21    + 1871

I have fallen into poetry and it has swallowed me up.

Keith Haring (via poetry-and-insomnia)

Sep 21    + 10049

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