It doesnt matter how happy i am. I see a photo of you, smiling. Your arm around me. Im glowing.
Where did you go? What happened to you that changed you so drastically?
You will always be the one. Even though i now know we will never be. It doesnt help the stabbing sensation in my chest.
"One day, when you’re thinking back and trying to decide the moment that made you happiest, I hope it is difficult.
I hope it’s so difficult because that’s how many moments you spent happy.
That’s how many moments were so good you cannot just choose one."
— (via desertyears)
Ive spend the last year blocking out every emotion towards the opposite sex.
That wall has caved, and I dont know how to deal with these emotions.
i should really stop developing crushes on people i can’t touch
(Source: nothomo, via gnarly)
All i want
Is to enter our dark room
That smells of must, heavy air, and our combined smells
I want to slip under the sheets, without your knowledge
Feel your warmth as i curl my body around your form.
I want to tuck my hands under your upper arms
Let my fingers trail across your chest until they rest on your stomach.
I want to feel your muscles ebb and flow as you sigh, feel your every breath as you moan lightly in your sleep.
I will tuck my head into the crook of your neck, feel your hair tickle my forehead as i breathe you in and kiss your shoulder, feeling your skin scortch my lips
The salt from my tears will wake me.
Reminding me that you are now just a dream.
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
— Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" (via blutgifte)
(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via thecoyone)