poetictears:

he may say that he loves you
but does he know to be fragile
with your glass bones
and porcelain skin
like i do?
does he know about your
apathetic words
and to trust the look in your eyes
more than the syllables from your lips
anyone can proclaim their love
just because they may be infatuated
by your beauty
but no one can understand the pattern
at which you think
and love you
like i can

(via naojamilet)

noschemetillcrooklyn:

Most of us are out scavenging for the proper addiction. The one that doesn’t make us feel too badly about ourselves but still sooths those burns that have injured our souls. The one that resembles the comfort of a parent’s embrace from when you were a child. The one that whispers promises of of peace. The one that you know very well will hurt you, yet you prefer that over the heartache that is reality. The one that convinces you that it loves you. But it doesn’t. You just don’t fear it as much as you fear the alternatives, so you put every unloved part of you in it and wish for a fraction of it to be reciprocated. But it won’t be. All you’ll ever get are refills, reups and a relationship based solely on your ability to ignore how much of yourself you destroy with every taste of a lie you’ve fed yourself.

reptilianbrain:

I want to kiss you and more. after the sun sets I count every mile between us. I know that one day you’ll be laying next to me but my fingertips are always burnt and blistered because I’m too eager, too impatient. I think that if you touched me, I’d melt because my knees are weak for you. just the way your voice tickles my skin is enough. I refuse to let anyone but you fill the barren bits of my heart.

(via belleastrophe)

Like, I’m not there yet but I’m on my way.

is about all I’m able to articulate at the moment.

Just fuck. 

Fuck me. Fuck you.

Fuck him, her, & them too. 

Fuck this, fuck that.

Fuck it all.

Fuck.