When will I stop belonging
to this hungry thing inside me?
What no one ever talks about
is how dangerous hope can be.
Call it forgiveness
The unraveling. A necessary process. Embrace it always. Let it fall.
True love is elusive, she said, sometimes I think it’s as rare as a red moon on a cloudless night.
what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent
Reblogging again because that is one of the cutest things I’ve seen all week