install theme


my heart says yes but my mom says no

when we’re alone at home,
fixing dinner, you’ll pretend
to wince when you cut yourself,
and I find myself hoping
that the tiniest drop of blood
will bloom on your finger."

- A poem from the perspective of Lois Lane speaking of Clark Kent. /// From the poetry book: Missing You, Metropolis by Gary Jackson (via reemerge)

Purple hair.