VELVET MORNING

VELVET MORNING

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
winbutlersbutler:

chickennuggerlesschild:

Throw me in the fucking garbage, I swear to GOd!

fuck. 

winbutlersbutler:

chickennuggerlesschild:

Throw me in the fucking garbage, I swear to GOd!

fuck. 

(via fuckyeahwinbutler)

travelthisworld:

Milk
Chikhaldara, Maharashtra, India | by Mayur Kotlikar
 

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