Some call love a curse, some call love a thief But she’s my home And she’s as much apart for this broken heart, but see Broken bones always seem to mend
i die every time. |
“I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.” Sylvia Plath (via adarkershadeofred) fucking perfect. (Source: ohphalanges) |
i am so lucky that my gf and my family get along and hangout :) |
