We loved each other
through emergencies, racing
through bleached halls, the blur
of flourescent lights
beside us, behind us.

Our ankles buckled with each stride
but we ran until our legs
forgot why.

Then, a dead stop
in view of our hospital room. The echo
of our heartbeat erupted like thunder
from the monitor. Both of us
panting, looking at the other, not knowing
who will reach for the plug.


Kayla Hollatz, The Life Expectancy of Us  (via thetalltwig)

(via daisylongmile)

So delicate Flowergirls by Lim Zhi Wei / Love Limzy, Malaysian artist.

(Source: vraieronique, via haveemaan)

"I’m not attracted
I’m connected

p.k. — feeling a connection with someone that’s so raw it’s almost tangible. (via youalonefilltheuniverse)