Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now.”
ksumnersmith (via avvfvl)
one day, when you return, i will no
longer be here to welcome you back
into my arms. you will find me stripped
off of any form of life in my geography.
my arms will be as cold as the december
night you left me and my eyes, my eyes
will be void of any stars. my love would
have died along with me and the body
that used to shelter you from the thunder
and lightning your love had to offer.
because, baby, i’ve waited far too long.
the nights get colder | mediwriter (via avvfvl)
Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.
― Jean-Paul Sarte (via avvfvl)
Loving you has never been the problem. What is troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.
― Jessica Darling, Fourth Comings (via avvfvl)
Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.
― (via avvfvl)
I love you. I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like— it’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by you. And I just can’t think about anything or anybody. And I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you. All the time. Every minute of every day. I love you.
― Lexie Grey (via avvfvl)
Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.
― (via lost-veins)
I only want you.
― Midnight thoughts (wish you were here)