(Source: hipstercore)

fuckyeahrichardbrautigan:

I live in the Twentieth Century
And you lie here beside me. You
Were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
It. I felt helpless. Your face
Is so beautiful that I cannot stop
To describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
You sleep.

justletthemgo:

i really need you here, next to me.

(Source: noellenohea)

(Source: psychedelic-trips)

motherground:

What I keep of you I keep in my stomach

where it is easiest to feel empty,
easiest to feel full.

After everything, don’t we get
to assign our organs these metaphors?

Because something inside the body gathers
each loss, contains it.

Call it the heart’s debris, all…