you make me sick to the guts.
I let you in. I fucking let you in and you completely destroyed me. —(via n4ughty-y
I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear? (by in time of roses)
“I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.” — Mesogeios
Do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them & it could be completely silent. —Unknown (via stevenbong
The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little. —(via only-seoul