This is water.

Cosmic scrub girl.

I swear to God I’m getting over you and I’m happy with who I’m with right now but nights like this are hard because I’m still so mad at you and mad at myself and I can’t believe you texted me and I couldn’t even answer. And you’re the only person I ever let see me like this and thinking of wiping my tears on someone else’s shirt is something I’m not ready to do yet.



I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
- Charles Bukowski (via jaeelovely)

(via moonandtrees)

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
- Jane Hirshfield  (via ladyofanaturalstate)

(Source: barefoot-in-the-country, via ladyofanaturalstate)

Murphy the (apparent) lap dog.

breakfast by miwaramone on Flickr.