We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
"I need to see you soon,
you remind me to breathe,
to let go,
to be free.
You remind me that my wounds
will heal, but you also pour salt
in them and, oh god, it burns but
I love the pain."
I remember how my ex used to do that when she was sad, she sat on my lap and wrapped her legs around my waist and just kept kissing my neck softly and slowly and i stroked her back for like 2 hours without saying anything and that’s all and i really fucking miss her.
(Quelle: nymphoninjas, via peanutbutta)
"He does realize what he lost. And that’s why he can’t speak to you now."