but we are made of newspaper and smoke and we dunk your roses in vats of blue

"Tired of furrowed brows,
hands squeezing empty spaces,
and lonely sleeping."

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)


(via uncouerbrise)


You think you’re going to be hip and teen forever and then suddenly you find yourself drinking red wine and playing board games and lusting after men with beards 

…how did you know…

(Source: geogonpal)

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac