ph. 'yatender

I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.

I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.

And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.

— M.K., Katrina (via kitty-en-classe)



(by Clair Saint-Camille)

☠vintage blog☠

Savage 77D ➾ Luke Gram

sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me

— Haiku, Eliza Kane (via nevver)

Radha krishna by (greeno777)

500px / Waiting for no Reason / Homesession by Daniel Mueller

What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep.

— K.  (via with-grace-and-guts)

Grab my hairand bring me to my knees.Smudge my lipstickand ruin my pretty lips.— Michael Faudet xx

Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.

I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.

— Peregrine (via oofpoetry)