#take everything.

[alliekills]

a pretty pair of lips will make me act up

[whatwinterleftbehind-blog]

it's always well after midnight when I start forgetting which things matter most. I know how the story goes. this won't end well. your closeness will break me and my scattered bits and pieces won't be enough of a reason to keep you next to me. winter will come and I will keep pleading, you are poison but I cannot stand to be alone. I've grown to want your hateful fingers tracing my hipbones. to want the night-sky blue bruises you knew full well you were giving me. to know the hollow ache when want turns to need.