Petrichor

Luca | 17 | hungarian | nothing in particular | music and words | welcome here

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"és mikor kipislogjuk
az első könnyet,
feltesszük a
kérdést:
egy szív,
vajon
hány darabra
törhet?"

- Bojtor Zsuzsanna- Törés (részlet)

(Source: szeretnivagyos, via valosag)

1204

"I should have told you this is it. This is my mouth. This is the cavern of all my lies, the birth of my promises, a corpse of rust. This is my first leap - the miles between my cheekbones, the time you’ve spent with your eyes closed - did you imagine my mouth was a spider web blooming? Did you imagine my tongue was a typewriter you could learn to play?"

- Carrie Rudzinski, A History of Mouths (via unfoldingthemyth)

(via cybergirlfriend)