You told me to trust you but I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown.
slovesgummybears (via 0riginal)
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
― Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments (via hqlines)
My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
 Charles Bukowski (via versteur)