You’ll never know how much waiting for you hurts. It’s the uncertainty of things, of the situation. Would I get to hear from you again? Is this the last time you’ll ever speak to me? But here I am, still hoping…unsent #020 (via electric-lime)
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
I don’t want to be “sort of dating” someone. I don’t want to be “kinda hanging out” with someone. I don’t want to spend a lot of energy suppressing my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I’ll see again because they’ve already demonstrated to me that they’re trustworthy and honorable — and into me.(via band-of-thieves)
I still remember the way my stomach flipped when I first saw her. I tried so hard to keep it cool, but goddamnit she was beautiful.(via napsforlyfe)
I fucking crave you,
Every inch of your body touching mine
But with you
Your touch is no different than a blade on my skin
Or wrapping my brain in barbed wire.