I want to run my tongue
along your teeth
and bruise your lips with mine,
so that when I kiss you goodbye
I can taste myself
in your mouth.
I want to press my fingers into the indent
beneath your ear,
behind your jaw,
so that whenever you get a migraine
you remember me.
I want to fill my lungs with your exhale,
whether it’s a soft yawn
or a broken sigh,
so that when I take my last breath
it’ll be yours.
sad facts that come along with existing (via bl-ossomed)
THIS IS AMAZING.
Cigarettes do kill,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
I don’t get why guys can send nudes or be like naked and it’s okay because he’s “learning” from his mistakes. But once a girl shows some skin it’s like suddenly she’s the biggest whore ever and I really don’t understand that.
Seasons change, people grow together and apart, life moves on. You will be OK, embrace it.