Sadness clung to her skin and bones like the cigarette smoke to her sweaters and you could see the ocean crashing on her eyes.
I’d Hate For This To Be Another Love Story, But Shit Happens (via girlssaresmokingmenthols)

I can’t wait to see you.

I’m imagining the warmth of you arms wrapped around me but it’s just so hard with this cold breeze causing goosebumps on my skin. Or maybe I’m getting goosebumps because I’m thinking of you, and how I know I will see you soon.

But soon isn’t even soon enough.


soon // lr (via wandererwrites)
Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I know this sounds pathetic but I want you to want me too.
irishjulienne, how do i say this without sounding desperate? (via talkingoutsoft)
I just want someone who won’t get annoyed when I text them six times or in all caps. Someone I can go on long drives with and can sing along to the radio with. Someone I can eat pizza with at 2am and kiss at 6pm. Someone who chooses me everyday and never thinks twice about it.
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
I’ll tell you
To leave me
And then
Feel betrayed
When you do.