"My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness."
Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via migeru)
— Charles Bukowski
"I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark."
Lord knows I would.
"His mind was a library and I wanted to read all the books"
checking my pulse and
finding your heartbeat
the Reader’s Digest version, w.k. (via bombsinyourbones)