exactly
You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
“
| — | Elke River (via -moonshine-) |
I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.
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| — | J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via 4mbivalent) |
