You are nothing
close to a poet,
but the way you lick
your lips
when you see me,
it’s goddamn poetry.
His Lips Taste Like Poetry by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
Why pray? why practice? Why do all this when I can’t even rip this heart out of my chest? Why can’t I give the one thing worth giving?
Life lessons

A green tea latte is not simply composed of green tea and whole milk.

One of the more frightening events this summer: missed call and voice mail from yours truly, EM.