⌯ hope ⌯

your fingertips are stars melting my skin, they are holding a billion secrets against the surface of my back and sending shivers of light into muscles with every stroke. all of this is turning me into dust.

I’ve been smoking a lot
and starting to doubt
if I’m breathing you in
or smoking you out.

—    Keaton Henson (via commongrnd)

Darling, you wake for my love and it shows.
Let it go.

—    Keaton Henson, Milk Teeth (via ha-n)