i am numb.
hello, i woke up sad today
Smoke in the Stars.
Jane gazed after the trailing smoke beside her sister’s face. It moved so fluidly and innocently. Still, Jane knew it was only a temporary bit of carelessness bound tightly between course, brown pages. She preferred not to be rid of her worries just yet.
4el amor es terrible.
you’re a fake and a phony and i wish i never laid eyes on you.
I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
Samuel Beckett (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via loveyourchaos)
(via ugh)
i
kinda
need
sex.
I’m starving for your touch.
I will not mention it.
I miss the taste of your skin.
I will not mention it.
I miss the sound of your breathing.
I will not mention it.
I miss pretty much everything there is to you.
I might mention it.
