I like the way your mouth curls to say my name like it was meant for you and only you.
I open your legs with my knee so I don’t have to stain my hands on your light. You are burning, luminescent, and I am afraid that if I touch you too deeply you will devour me as the moon devours the sky.
by Hungry Moon (via dreamfuzzin)
by Hungry Moon (via dreamfuzzin)
This…
(via aliciacrider)(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via aliciacrider)
too caught up in the /future/past to just live life in it’s /present/ moment /each/day is catching up











