boulder, CO  yoga, climbing, slacklife mountains, waterfalls,
poetry science, coffee, bicycles  What did you want to do, love,
Split his head open? You can’t make homes out of human beings
Someone should have already told you that And if he wants to
leave Then let him leave You are terrifying And strange and
beautiful Something not everyone knows how to love Warsan Shire,
“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” (via theflowersinmyheart)
(Source: rabbrakha, via kissofvanity)  1,184 notes 11 notes I
keep writing about sex. I think, I mean— all I want is the after
of it, after you took my skirt off with your teeth, after I was
so clumsy with the buttons on your shirt that I ripped them open
because I was so fucking frustrated and they bounced around my
feet like pearls, rolled under the bed. You thought it was sexy
and fucked me against the wall with my bra still on. I felt like
a queen. Saw, in the unforgiving morning light, where your mouth
had been. And your nails. Your sweat. Now all I want is
tenderness. I h