miki kim
miki kim
he’s a whore, your honor
I will claw myself out from underneath this rubble and grow in spite of you.
Only I am allowed to be the death of me, and I will not perish yet.
In another universe, you stayed.
— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.
Poppies in Antelope Valley, CA by brontis5
Reblogged from blacksmokebarbarians
Janet Fitch, from White Oleander
Reblogged from haleyincarnate
Everlasting love
Willy Pogany (American, 1882–1955) - Hand to the Stars