poem. from nejma. by nayyirah waheed.
Fushimi Inari Taisha - Kyoto - Japan (by Serge)
And suddenly I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep.
Narrator (via mauricior27)
There’s nothing poetic about being empty.
six word story // 3misguidedghosts (via just-six)
The Dream
(via @lonequixote)
