My blog is just about as moody as I am.

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
— Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451  (via loav)

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I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.
Connotativewords | jl | You and Me  (via connotativewords)

(via r0sefromc0ncrete)

I will not set fire to myself
to keep you warm.
— (via lovenolongerexists)

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found this old piano in the bushes last spring, hiking around an island. it’s been there for so long the tree is growing into it & it makes me wonder who used to play it and why it’s outside

everything you love is here


Fight Club (1999)

Jim Bonzo


people knowing that i’ve cried and people seeing me cry are two different things like i don’t care if people know i’ve cried because like everybody cries but when it comes to people actually being there and seeing me cry in the moment??? no. nope. nah. no thanks. i’m good. no thank you. let’s not

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Right there, I was waiting for you. Instead of you showing up, the rain did. I felt cold and desolated. Should I have waited for this storm to pass, just to see you, passing through.