Today I drank 6 cups of coffee
smoked 11 cigarettes
wrote 5 poems
spoke 4 words
I don’t know what happiness is
but I’m pretty sure this isn’t
— sad days, alone. (via nicolafuentes)
We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
— N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (via mirroir)
His eyes were the same color as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.
— Warsan Shire (via savannahbird)