it isn’t that i need you to stay warm
there are sweaters and coats
for that sort of thing,
but i dream of your arms
and how snugly i fit in between
them and i have not heard anything
as calming as your voice
it is nights like these
that i am left with no choice but
to wonder where you’ve been.
luisa bianchin | vogue russia september 2013 | by jamie nelson
Tomaž Šalamun (via mmmmilk)
But you never did. Fuck you.
Jeffrey McDaniel (via day-breaking)