BREATHING THAT OLD FAMILIAR SMELL

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 lovemelana)

(Source: hellanne, via lovemelana)

Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.

—Unknown  (via amcq)

(Source: hopingly, via amcq)