
Ryan Kenny for Urban Outfitters
I just want to lock you up between my ribs, to keep you stranded, exhausting all of your last breaths, thoughts, words into my flesh. Do not forget you are caged in the gentlest of places, please do not strike a wound, please do not crawl throughout my bones, and if you do wander, please do not get lost. Though, if you do, I will know where to find you. The warmth against the back of my knees. The curl around my ankle. Tucked under my tongue.
Get comfortable.
— Damien Rice, Accidental Babies (via scratchedaffection)
— Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via deniseisabelle)