when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed
-poems from my uncle’s grave (via oceanlist)
I still love you, or at least my stomach still does.
I’m going to hurl
I figured out it wasn’t you i missed. But your cold lips.
kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss m,e kiss me, love me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
i wrote your name beneath my bed. You know why.
i remember the sound of your swallows between your pauses.
was that you in the book store. you didn’t smile when you saw me. i cried in the bathroom.
my legs crave yours.
i’ve finally found a way to end all those restless nights.
i won’t be bothering you anymore.
i hope my ghost haunts you.
the sun is so beautiful. and i am not worthy of that beauty.
January 7, 2014
your name doesn’t sting my throat anymore
-thirteen unedited deleted texts you never got the chance to break my heart with. - N.spence (via perfect)
-George R.R. Martin (via prosektorium)
-Andrea Slicker (via psych-facts)
-Nahilliam Truspear (via truornah)