February 2012
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe (via killergrape)
I fell off the bed yesterday and got stuck
I started crying. I think I was mad, but regardless, I cried. like a punk.
I fell of the bed and started CRYING!!!!
what ?
I suck /:
If you respond "American" to the question "what's...
you are not American, you are dumb.
people are poop.
santanaslebanese asked: Thanks for the follow! I'm Maryanne :)
vagueblueeyes:
My fingers write poetry on your skin. Everything I believe is written on you, like you were my paper and I was the pen. And I read you at night, when you’ve fallen asleep, and I remember exactly what I felt at each moment, each line, and I fall in love with you all over again..
