a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas
There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via queer-lust)
I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
Benioff, David. City of Thieves (via fallen-sights)
Sometimes you have to break promises not because you want to but because you have to.
3 am thoughts (via suspend)
to the girl I unintentionally hurt. i promise i never wanted to. that was never my plan. i wanted something with you. and i really hope you believe me when i say that it cant control it.
to the girl i say to get away while you can, please believe me because I don’t want you to be another person i hurt…
i fucking hate hurting people and to the girl i hurt i’m so so so so sorry you were involved. you don’t deserve any of the shit i put you through and still am today.
i’m so sorry to those i unintentionally hurt in the past. (via secretly-indie)