piel canela
In a little piece of land, people call Mexico City

nevver: Do all you should
You are flowers in my stomach.
Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs.
I only want to be the sun for you.
— Elke River  (via muse)

(Source: hellanne, via anchored-dreams)


paperimages: Kevin Beilfuss
nevver: Patti Smith