“Don’t leave me alone at night with my thoughts.”— this velvet sky makes it hard to breathe, scribblingaway (via wnq-writers)
Tired of meeting people that’ll just become strangers sooner or later
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.”
(via an-ocean-of-eloquence)