Rainy Wednesdays Forever, Please.


Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.

(via mingdliu)

Desire Creates Strange Things.

sugared lips brush fingertips

brush down spines

and needle thorns

a bravery of fools

in love.

Deeper Waters.

I can’t read your eyes

and there must be some undercurrent to you

more resting like silent beats under the skin

unspoken rivers of thought

trickling through

and pooling on an unmoving tongue.

(The trick is to screw the world and bare your teeth in defiance, You are the end and the beginning.)

your flesh is not a prison, yet

there will always be someone unhappy

with the colour of your skin,

you are not flawed.


Smoke Dragon - artwork and tattoo by Wang -


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