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i came to you when i was still chewing on the graphite of another boy’s poems, still drowning in the ink splotches he left along my collarbones, still flinching every time someone raised their voice and

the first time we talked it scared me how easily i could fold myself into your sentences and the first time we got drunk together i remember lying beside you just barely touching and still feeling like maybe i belonged here for the rest of eternity

how did you take a girl with a heart so black she couldn’t get it to beat how did you make her finally feel complete

you eased open the places i was hurting and cut yourself removing all of my thorns and good god i am a tinderbox and ready to catch on fire but you’re the only person who has ever made me feel warm so

just know that where you are is where i am home.

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"The little voice in me who used to tell me “This isn’t the right guy” has been silent ever since we met, and this is the longest relationship I ever had. I so truly hope this one will last.” // r.i.d (via palliatively)

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So foggy we could barely see the sea [via]
don’t remove the caption please
"Be someone’s Sunday, not Saturday night."(via bacardibreezy)

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fleurbot:

WHEN U LOVE SOMETHING SO HARD BUT THE FANDOM CONSISTS OF APPROXIMATELY SIX OTHER PEOPLE AND A SHOELACE 

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