Oh, to be that lip. →
Drunk calls from the married love of your life saying he misses you = kinda sad. Waking up and realizing you’re both asleep on the phone together cause neither of you can hang up = fucking depressing.
mmmthegirls asked: you're insanely gorgeous. I can't even.
I was just washing an old glass jar when it shattered and cut me and as I watched the blood run slowly down my finger I thought I myself “fuck. I really liked that jar.” #oneofthosedays
never die. →
If you ask me how I’m saying I would say I’m doin just fine. I would lie and say that you’re not on my mind.
This is what it sounds like when doves cry.
Yearning, n. and adj. At the core of this desire in the belief that...– David Levithan’s ‘A Lover’s Dictionary’
Truth be told
It’s question time. I’m an open book. Fire away.
I am lost. I am vain. I will never be the same, without you.
Wake me up when September ends.