A short story about the end of the world...
He will brush against your thigh and pretend that he didn’t, and he’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he likes them. He will take the band out of your ponytail because he likes your hair long, he will let you listen to his favourite song and it will get stuck in your head. He will kiss your lips until they are numb and he will hold your hands until they go numb too. Don’t watch the sunset with him, because you won’t be able to watch it again without missing the smell of his cologne. Don’t make him call you by your nickname, because afterwards you won’t be able to hear it. Your heart will be heavy and so will your head but just remember you were beautiful before he said so.
- some advice i gave to a friend (via desc-end)

tonyballer:

it’s sad when you realize you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.


Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.
- Becca FitzpatrickCrescendo (via feellng)

loose-seams-and-bad-dreams:

 
in-need-of-therapy:

oh i would , and i’m pretty sure you wouldn’t even care on We Heart It.

The knife, like a paintbrush to the canvas. Never caused this worry.


I think a bullet might hurt a little less than this loneliness
- exceptionated (via exceptionated)

kimlovesu2:

I can’t stop
So very much of me doesn’t care, but so very little of me still does
- and that’s why I’m still here, e.m (via regr0wn)

Kill me, just end it slowly. It’s what I deserve.


redsnowflakess:

Does it?