Daydream Believer

We may die but we die in daisy chains

[tristamateer]

I’m sad but I still want to fuck you, spent ten hours crying next to a stranger over the Atlantic, couldn’t stop thinking about your skin pressed under my fingertips the way your mouth tastes like Haribo Gold-Bears the way one of us is always leaving the other. and I want to fuck you like only the past fucks you. and I want to fuck you like you fucked me. I want to kiss every blank page in my passport arms still open for a visa stamped in your country, masturbate in an airplane bathroom, pull the sheets over my own head and never move again never think about the way we moved again. I’m sorry I called myself a dog. I’m not sorry I called you a coward.

“relationship post script” Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[damnfinecupoftea-deactivated201]

[fiizero]

Please look after your friends. Make sure they are well and okay. Sometimes they are going through things that are really heavy. They may not say but they are. Please love them and take care of them.

[loggednightmares]

Do whatever the fuck makes you feel alive

Something I wish someone had said to me years ago (via suicidalghosts)

[outcrying]

[tra-nsparent]

[somethingtowastetime]

[stefansalvatored]

[divinitatis]

[nelielquiorra-deactivated201306]

[baxmbi]

[heart-shaken]

[blowedd]

black and white blog

[fluohrine]

I love rainy days, empty coffee shops, smell of old books and the colour of your eyes.

(via cravist)

[prometyda]

[kriminvls]

[moan-s]

[idontwanttorestinpeace]