i took for granted the luxury of cafe talks - about concept, process & the ego of our poems. life, it gives us poetry but doesn’t allow the time required to think & talk about “the poem”.
How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed.
— (via im—an-angel-with-a-shotgun)
We made love. We made love in the middle of all our sadness.
— Charles Bukowski (via writeyourheart-out)
want a man who will build me a treehouse
& take me there
when we want to escape.
its about respect -
for those around you & yourself.