'And I can’t help but to run my fingers down your spine like you are my favorite book. But I still cannot read you, you are your own language. Your pages are tired and torn, but I want you, I want it all.'

(Source: oofpoetry, via cravingforhome)

thedbldee:

Penmanship Poetry #23
"A beautiful night to bleed out"
glitterandnightmares:

leafla:

bugchild:

nicoldemort:

positivesecrets:


Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?



lust, rage, suicide, secret, past HOLY SHIT INTENSE

secret, rage, man, kiss

Past, secret, orgi, kick, made. Welp….

cum
RIP