confused soul(s)
© theme
“Instead, though, I curled my body against his, pushed my belly tight against his back, and absorbed the vibrations. I had hoped that whatever made him that free, that pure, was contagious. It wasn’t.”

I’m surprised I haven’t killed myself yet.

Read More

Read More

travelerschecks:

sometimes I just want to talk about things with you but I don’t want to bring back bad memories so I just keep quiet.

corsicans:

until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world (q) (par ieatglass)
ME. I always do this. lololol
petrology:

For Good (by refuse—to-sink)