June 2013
“You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.” —Elke River (via catharinethegreat)
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.” —Elke River (via catharinethegreat)