do you ever just get so zoned into your music that you forget that you’re staring at someone’s dick or that you’re walking in a crowded hallway or that life is real
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Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then
the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Pablo Neruda (via morganathewitch)
(Source: 13neighbors, via morganathewitch)
you slit my throat,
I’d thank you
for touching my skin.
Julia Pollacco (via shmegeh)
(Source: n-o-t-y-o-u-r-s, via uglierer)
The marks humans leave are too often scars
The Fault in our Stars (via servenedes)
(Source: wide-eyes-open-dreams, via morganathewitch)