* º • burn holes in my memories.

he drowns in the smoke that bellows from his LUNGS & despite the flames that spill from his rib cage he is bright enough to put the stars to shame. even his grin shows something of those flames ; something that was NEVER meant to live.

[retrospectlrh]

He is so gorgeous oh my god

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[inkskinned]

i hope you taste her like sandpaper in your mouth i hope that you cry over her whenever you get drunk i hope your friends beg you not to talk about her i hope you find her shotgun lips have stained every part of your skin, i hope you walk around like you’re wounded, i hope she’s a song you never stop hearing i hope you break down while listening to love songs i hope you can’t sit alone in the dark without panicking, i hope food becomes hard to swallow and liquor becomes your best friend i hope when you listen to your heart all you hear is a scream i hope her ghost is all you see i hope she fucks you over the same way you did to me i hope you feel everything i have had to live through since losing you i hope she absolutely destroys you.

fair’s fair // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[kllingboys]

Pretty baby

[malamente1992]

[haleyincarnate]

[publicpreference]

💔

[blond-shell]

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[advcrsiity]

          ✩☽ @tauntingwhispers. | based.

i vicious game he can’t walk away from ; carefully articulates the most malicious comebacks he can muster. only in the male’s nature to take ten steps back for E V E R Y step forward, knows the duo’s end point will never be anything but tragic & yet enjoys the torture that comes with it. “ ‘m fucking leaving. ” an empty threat, knows he’ll be back, ( then again is anything truly certain with phoenix ! )

[echobcrn]

4am-reflections‌:

“no feelings,” he says as he wraps both of his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“no feelings,” i say when his fingers raise my chin towards his.

no feelings. our lips meet and a fire erupts inside me.

no feelings. days become weeks. his secrets become my own, his laughter the soundtrack of my nights.

no feelings. we lay on the couch, limbs intertwined. he plays with my hair. kisses me with his entire being as we say goodbye.

no feelings but i don’t mean it. i don’t mean it. i’m sorry.

4am

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