this is a load of barnacles

But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself.

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“Stars are not small or gentle.
They are writhing and dying and burning.
They are not here to be pretty.
I am trying to learn from them.”

Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem”  (via littlebirdsings)

“i was just thinking about someone else touching you and now i can’t decide on whether i want to break their hands or my own.”

i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry (via c-oquetry)