not okay
freaking out
hahahaha you don’t fucking care

I am that last, that
final thing, the body
in a white sheet listening,

—Li-Young Lee 

(Source: observando)

I want you to feel something when you hear my name.

(Source: poisuun, via exhaustshun)

If you can not be a poet, be the poem.

—David Carradine 

(Source: observando)

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

—Sylvia Plath 

(Source: observando)