,,

i am
afraid
that if i
open
myself i will not
stop pouring. (why do i fear
becoming a river. what mountain
gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via books-n-quotes)

(Source: books-n-quotes)

,,

I miss you when I can’t sleep
Or right after coffee
Or right when I can’t eat
I miss you in my front seat
Still got sand in my sweaters
From nights we don’t remember
Do you miss me like I miss you?

i hate you; i love ypu (via bother)

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fall1997:

can you hear how loudly im thinking of you

isthislivingg:

Fuck this. I just want you.