October 2010
so we can fill our chests.
ifautumnends:
Your fingers stuck to me like honey, soft and sweet. Skin pale like white sheets, and you always said you wanted to take me out to the sea and let the waves carry us until our lungs struggled to find the air. And I laughed at you as you traced imaginary maps across my skin, using my rib-cage for sand dunes and the hollow spaces of my collarbone as rivers. Leaned in close, kissing...
September 2010
52hearts:
I speak too soon when I fall too easily and even when I try to protect someone else from the consequences that result from my vulnerability, I still find that I’m usually the one who gets hurt in the end.
Those random kisses on my forehead, and the way...
hit me, knock me out for a while.
ifautumnends:
I hate trying to fall asleep with burning eyes and a caving chest. Having to feel a small puddle forming underneath my cheek is enough to scare my dreams away and I am left to curl up against the nightmares of reality. I keep rolling over, disturbed by the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, you know the feeling, and I’m not sure if I should go to the bathroom or settle for...
