February 2012
Take me back to your bed.
I love you so much that it hurts my head.
I don’t mind you under my skin.
I let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
Well, You’re my favorite bird, and when you sing
I really do wish you’d wear my ring.
No matter what they say I am still the king.
And now the storm in coming.
The storm is coming in.
“You may feel alone when you’re falling asleep and every time tears roll down...”
– Death Cab For Cutie
I touched your soft skin
And you jumped in with your eyes closed
And a smile upon your face
“We love each other, that’s true whatever it means, but we aren’t good at it; for...”
– “The Grave of the Famous Poet”, Margaret Atwood (via iamhowl)
Baby, you'll be alright as long as I'm not.
January 2012
“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski
keeplifebeautifull asked: “Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
