I Look At Her And To Put It Simply, I See My Muse For The First Time Looking Right Back At Me.

Let me hold your gentle, beating heart. Steal the warmth from my hands until my fingers run cold. Take gulps of me, all I’ll ask for is sips of you.”

— taste; echo

"Cold blood fills the ravines of your pale, cracked lips. You've known nothing but violence all your life. Crying out to a god you don't believe in, you ask for the blood to run warm."

— you wait, unheard; echo

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

in case you forgot it

— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

When you cycled by, Here began all my dreams

The saddest thing I've ever seen

And you never knew, How much I really liked you

Because I never even told you, Oh, and I meant to

Are you still there or have you moved away?

Or have you moved away?

back to the old house - the smiths