What belongs to me? I leave the world all the time. these arms, these ...– Eireann Lorsung (via youarebonbon)
The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill...– Chuck Palahniuk (via fuckyeahpalahniuk) (via afredz) (via skylinesandshipwrecks) (via annasjustakid) (via dondante)
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I miss you too much. Come home now.
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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
booktumbling: lexluthr: she-alone: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. ...
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