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 coolstoryfuckface)
"Know your history or you leave open the opportunity to make a mockery of your past" —-Daniel Osuna
I’m a witch woman; high on tobacco and holy water. I’m a woman delighted with her disasters. They give me something to do. A profession of sorts. I have the magic of words.
Sandra Cisneros (via rabbitinthemoon)