I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life
(Source: astound, via trait)
in me mums uterus…… womb womb
Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
It’s a story I’ll tell you one day when I’m drunk.
if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point