(via thelastdaysofsummer)
(via wasabi-chan)
Find me the sweetest boy, with a heart more hopeful than spun sugar on a hot day, I will teach him the meaning of meaningless nights. The whole time, every moment, wishing he’d crack me open, rib by rib, to see how I work. How I bleed.
(Source: clementinevonradics, via wasabi-chan)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via pearleyednomad)
(Source: fingertipwords, via daddyfuckedme)
Thank you! So is yours (: