Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, ‘I think I missed you before I met you even.’

— Francesca Lia Block (via seabois)
pedalfar: polaroid love by ~CookmePancakes on deviantART
curleychaos: theblackamericanprincess: thoughtsofaangrylittlelady: rachel-menard: Saw this guy just after we ate- people would walk up to him, hand over some change and spit out some words, and his fingers would begin to fly. I was too intimidated to ask him for a poem, but Sarah bought two, for $3 each- “Indecision” and “Age”. Indecision was for me, and read as follows: “Perhaps she’ll love the green of Portland Flowing off into the hills Where again I learned to feel Or maybe the crowded hive of New York Buzzing into the seam of morning and night Or the path not yet displayed and I am lost in so many ways Like Carolyn’s smile in Ireland I can contemplate again and again But knowing is just a thought back to when. Lynn Gentry lynngentryprose.com Indecisive 985 Valencia July 1, 2012” Nice Dope. Artistic Hustle.
wasifio: along the grand canal in venice
soyouthinkyoucansee: Les fenêtres sur le monde Windows to the World

Serendipity.

shadow-writer:

Did you know that
when I say your name
my lips take the 
shape of a kiss?