OH MY CLICHÉ
ask away, darling..
once upon a blog..
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose.
How to kill someone;
Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist,
Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.
-Was this your plan all along? -
I and me are always too deeply in conversation.
-Friedrich Nietzsche (Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
I remember the first time you held my hand. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or the fact I loved you but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins.
-11:49pm sadness (via
Stretchmarks? What stretchmarks? Those are lightening bolt tattoos
-"See the beauty in everything" -t-yger (via