(Source: larmoyante, via raspberrying)
W A N T
(Source: everconstant, via encounterings)
The memories of
our days together
are slowly fading,
and I am beginning
to forget ;
but the cold in my
touch,
the pain in my vision,
and this new way
in which I speak;when does
all that fade?
(via buttholepoetry)
(Source: rainydaysandblankets, via 5000letters)
Don’t cry because its over
cry because you’re ugly
(via fuckinq)