What I really want is just to have somebody to look at me everyday like it’s the first time they saw me
—(via
trillthugbabe)
I write like I am bleeding,
in the hopes that the blood in my veins
will turn to ink
and give me a reason for my heart to keep beating.
—These words are my everything. (via
poppyflowerpoetry)
there are approximately 382 kinds of love. you only know one of them. and somehow that is enough.
—
MJL (via
mimickingmaelstroms)