I was hoping that you had an atlas in your head

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.


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He was the one
with cold feet;

yet here I am,
shivering violently
enough for the
both of us.

Noor Shirazie (via aestheticintrovert) +

The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over.

Unknown (via queer-lust) +

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you.

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