I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
—  Anaïs Nin (via atmosthetic)
His eyes aren’t the ocean; I’m not going to drown when he tells me he doesn’t love me anymore.
His freckles aren’t really constellations that I can trace my fingers against so I can feel the stars shimmering under his skin,
and his veins are not a map I follow to lead me back to his heart where I belong.
He is honestly just a sleepy eyed boy with dimples and crooked teeth.
But it’s really hard not to see the world in someone when in truth, to you that’s what they are. Your entire fucking world.
—  There’s just something about you (H.S)
tblaberge:

When people ask me what my Friday nights are like.
nevver:

Art is just another form of screaming
nitrogen:

(18+)
I cant wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. to find your lips instead of a text
—  (via witchglitter)