Ra--na - Ra--na

I have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and I tell him about you.

S.L. Gray 

I’M MICHELLE OBAMA

Every time I see Sweet Pea

lmao (laughing my anxiety off)

Why is agony compared to art? For it is not art; the pain is a wreck that does not live up to the idea of wonderful masterpieces, flawless, painted from one’s own personal garden of rosy reds and lilacs. Pained expressions are eyes made of ships whom have flood, hearts sinking like an anchor and hair like sails. Who has the audacity to compare a sinking ship to the gardens and gates of a painting instead of torn devices and broken boards. We are the beauty in destruction my love, adore your crashing waves.

S.P. The Audacity of Gardens  (via stainedpoetry)

“Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.”

— Unknown

got anything to say ?????