Am I just on my period or -
Cause I keep hoping to see you the same way again
oh my god you lucky people
There’s nothing lucky here. This is a photo of either two strangers that have never met before or of two lovers that have become strangers by now. It’s bullshit - you’ve probably never felt safer, have you? In his warm embrace. How everything is just magically warmer when he’s around you…how his arm makes the perfect pillow. How you may be the same size but you always feel smaller beside him, not inferior, just fragile. How he doesn’t even have to say anything to convince you to stay the night…how in fact, he doesn’t ever have to say much in order to convince you to stay at all. But don’t you dare make the irreversible mistake to love him too much, or stay even when you really know you want to leave. Don’t you dare let him convince you otherwise, even if he’s not actually saying anything, or doing anything, to make you stay.
(Source: c-omatose, via in-fi-nito)
And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
the lovers that went wrong.