Claudia. 22. I like outer space and whiskey. I have a poetry blog: Visit it. Thanks.

As I attempted to wiggle out of whatever it is that got me stuck


My sunflower face was dying and brown.

The sun kept getting the spots that were trying to make it, continued to try making it, little by little, but with too much effort and too much cramp.

There was something in me, like a child, like a lollipop, or something stickier (to say the least) that…


Typewriter Series #730 by Tyler Knott Gregson

wow this just made me cry


Typewriter Series #730 by Tyler Knott Gregson

wow this just made me cry

"It’s not that people can’t love you if you don’t love yourself. It’s that you won’t feel it because it’ll always seem like you don’t deserve it."

But It’s Not a Matter of Deserving (#53: January 11, 2014)

(Source: write2014)

"People so tired,
either by love or no love."

Charles Bukowski 

(Source: ashleighlynne)

Now that I have someone who calls me every time he says he will, I can’t imagine girls dealing with that. DON’T!

(Source: tintedgray)

meeting mother's friends


Amalia; "happiness is a journey not a destination" but sadness is.

It is in the form of track marks gliding across your melting face - never
going anywhere, always staying put. Oh Amalia - why don’t you come over for dinner?

It’s weighing down on you, the bags under your eyes carrying broken…

(Source: mdccxxix)

"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."

Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice (via rustyvoices)


Stop setting yourself

on fire for someone who

stays to watch you burn.


Haiku on Perspective 
(via depressed-but-w3ll-dr3ssed)


(Source: mifti)

"Life begins on the other side of despair."

J.Paul Sartre

(via travellingseagull)

"I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

Charles Bukowski (via betweenarms)

(Source: dronkengenie)