Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.
— Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via thecatpiano)
(Source: honey-mint)
View Larger Hi all of you need to read this now.
But by the same terms if your ribs and hips show or collar bones. And that’s just how its always been. That’s okay too.
(Source: gorillazblur)
i want to fold your hands like
winter sheets, tuck them
away for rainy days and times
when i’m lonely; stash them
away like stray ones and quarters
so that i know they’re safe; hands
are precious things whether
callused or burned, scarred or
smooth. i want to hide your hands
in my pockets, just for me, but that would be
a waste of something meant to be shared.
(Source: leglessangha)
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For those of you who don’t understand archaeology, I have made a diagram.
