all my words are ashes at my feet,
and I didn’t mean for them to burn like that.
I don’t remember lighting the match.
all I know is that like placing an egg on the mouth of a smoking bottle the pressure can do incredible things,
and my chest feels like it’s sucking in debris.
PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING!
Don’t settle for someone who doesn’t give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.
- spring: black clothes
- summer: black clothes
- autumn: black clothes
- winter: black clothes
Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
Charles Bukowski, Women (via feellng)
It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
Piper Chapman - What is love? (via larmoyante)