Youth - Daughter
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
like to hand your heart to her
give it back. ❞
Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via introspectivepoet)
Where You Are (Tammara Webber)
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
Someone told me I would like the song Her by The Code, so I listened to it. I LOVE IT.