August 2010
8 posts
in my sleep I
placed your hand above my heart,
like I forgot I didn’t live...
– Michelle Tea (via her-rabbits, pinpricks)
Screw poetry, it’s you I want,
your taste, rain
on you, mouth on your skin.
– Margaret Atwood (via falsealarms) (via justgo) (via fairweathered) (via lovelessramblings)