Chasing this starlight.

Cradle me
I'll cradle you
I'll win your heart
with a woop-a-woo
pulling shapes just for your eyes
so with toothpaste kisses and lines
I'll be yours and you'll be

Lay with me, I'll lay with you
we'll do the things that lovers do
put the stars in our eyes
and with heart shaped bruises
and late night kisses
divine

-The Maccabees
retrocize:

humans nature; i.e. messy hair, chapped lips, tainted skin, freckles, veins, bones, bruises, scars. we only have flaws if they are perceived that way.

retrocize:

humans nature; i.e. messy hair, chapped lips, tainted skin, freckles, veins, bones, bruises, scars. we only have flaws if they are perceived that way.

(via cosmic-fever)

Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.

—The Little Prince (via adieufranz)

(Source: psych-facts, via scrapedpalms)

Where am I heading towards?

But how could you live and have no story to tell?

—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via observando)