I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
— Isaac Marion (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.
— Edvard Munch (via aesthesos)
I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via coffeepeople)
just obsessed with frienship