I don’t want you to leave, can you hold my hand?

my kind of man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(Source: huckleberryb)

(Reblogged from yetingg)



my dear when i tell you how
the world is not permanent
nor anything in it
I am trying to tell you
that the ache in your heart
is just as temporary
as the temporary world
that caused it

(Reblogged from ab--imo--pectore)

I wouldn’t say I don’t love anymore at all, but I don’t love as deeply as I used to. Because you taught me that loving deeply was not a good thing. That it’s a flaw, a disadvantage. That’s such a shame because I was so good at it.

Forget it then.

(Reblogged from thelovenotebook)
I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.
The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You/ Lora Mathis lora-mathis (via possibilityofliving)
(Reblogged from youregorjess)
(Reblogged from chroniclesofme)
(Reblogged from ljiaming)
(Reblogged from chroniclesofme)