
(via writingsforwinter)
(Source: alienveins, via writingsforwinter)
(via writingsforwinter)
I want you to kiss me harder than all the times you’ve looked in the mirror and seen all the She loves me not petals reflected back at you. Kiss me like this is the last day we have on earth, like the apocalypse is coming and all we can do is sit naked in the kitchen and eat cold cereal while we…
If I can’t have the boy, at least I can have his clothes.
They leave their sweaters, their jackets, their blue jeans draped
over my bed like petals, filling the bathtub, rising to the surface
of the water like buoys. Always men have told me
that I don’t look eighteen-a few years older,…