“ Give me back every kiss I’ve ever whispered across the landscape of your skin. Give me back all the tears your creased sheets have ever drank. Give me back the tender love with which I wrapped each word I ever offered you. Give me back every secret I ever let fall between us in the dark. They aren’t yours; I don’t mean them anymore.
— Molly Burton | I’ve remembered how to bloom (via iamatinyowl)
“ Boys cry
Cigarettes do kill,
Life goes on,
with or without you.
— sad facts that come along with existing (via bl-ossomed)