May 2013
“I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell.
the hell of
myself.”
– Charles Bukowski (via hellanne)
apocalypsepoet:
maybe it’s late spring nights
but there’s something calling me
to the woods and the mountains
to run with the wild things,
to forget how much
you were to me.
roggyscanvas:
The truth is
I don’t want my mind
When it gets like this
“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the...”
– Elay Neal Moses (via weaverofstars)
