CI.

daydreamsonlooseleafpaper:

Wanted a friend,
someone to talk to,
ended up,
with a passive listener,
of a lover,
lonelier than I can remember.

onealoneinspace:

I got to stop over thinking. 
charlotteespley:

What Kind of Gene Are You?
alexthebeck:

guess which sport this is, hint- it’s basketballz
your father,
ab
asadwriter:

Thinking 
asadwriter:

Hole

the broken ones

fforyouu:

She told me 
about her love
for petals,
snowflakes,
and butterflies,
for their
fragility.

She took them
in her palms
then, set them 
free, seemly 
reminding me 
to be gentle
before she 
leaves.

veri-pageofknowledge:

there are some nights

where you just have to

experience the sadness.

(Source: veritasunae)

How I Will Love You

penofthegoldenchild:

To love is to dig past all of the hardened facades that has been built up all around her being to find that inherently human being behind it all and still smiling at the hurt that lies behind the smile, knowing it is the most beautiful pain and sweetest nightmare you have ever laid eyes upon. That is what love is to me, and that’s exactly how I want to love you.