strain-ofconsciousness:

i thought about you today and was sad

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
― Cause I’m not fine at all. (via train-wreck-gone-wild)
I think that when you have a connection with someone it never really goes away, you know? You snap back to being important to each other because you still are.
― R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)

versvcx:

fuck you but fuck me first

Your name still breaks my heart.
― (via unabashinglyme)
GO FUCK YOURSELF I HATE YOU
Anonymous: I wish I could tell you.

I wish you would…

I will never forget the way you looked at me.
I swear, I never will // R.R. (via missinyouiskillingme)
Anonymous: Describe the color red without using the word red.

backshelfpoet:

Red [red]

noun

1. Murder on the sidewalk. My mother’s favorite cherry candy. The sun at ten p.m. on a summer night. Warning, danger. Warning, I love you. Warning, heart like the bloodiest thing you’ve ever seen. Roses. Cranberries. Fire on a beach, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in an apartment building, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in your throat. Fire behind your teeth.

2. Her mouth when she kisses you 
and it tastes like someone else.

"How does he taste?


He tastes like me. Every girl can taste it but she’ll deny it to herself.

Every inch of his mouth and lips is covered with my taste. Because he’s rightfully mine. He’s wrongfully mine. He’s mine no matter how many times you want to try and argue against it. He can taste me as well. He’ll kiss as many girl. He’ll fuck them. But when he’s lying with her, he won’t be thinking of her. It’ll be me he’s fucking in his mind. Me his thinking about.

It’s me and him. Him and I. Us. No matter how much we fuck up and how much we hate on each other. It’s our world. It’s our love. It’s our hell that we’ve turned into our paradise.
My skin will forever linger on his skin. “

I miss you.  (via preciously-divine)

did not realise this got so many notes :/

(via preciously-divine)