I don’t know how to be something you miss.
We lie to ourselves because the truth freakin’ hurts.– Meredith Grey (via teenagestereotypes)
As soon you finally start to get over him thats when he decides to text you again: krazyvince: WHY!!
near to you.
You and I have something different, but I”m enjoying it cautiously. I am battled scarred but I am working oh so hard to get back to who I used to be. He’s disappearing, fading steadily. When I’m so close to being yours, won’t you stay with me, please?
your finger tips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind. Images. you sang me spanish lullabies, the sweetest sadness in your eyes. Clever trick.
I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.– Edgar Allan Poe (via lipsticksmiles)
our time is running out.
I think I’m drowning, asphyxiated. I wanna break this spell that you’ve created. You’re something beautiful, a contradiction. I wanna play the game, I want the friction. You will be the death of me. -Muse.