“Call me and tell me you miss me. Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.”
— (via flame)
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if u think depression or anxiety is “quirky” or “cute” you can have mine because I dont wanna deal with it
I love this purple hair of mine.
New Order “Face Up” Lyrics
Ever since I’ve seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
It’s dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the world’s disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Don’t let anybody tell you that you’re no good
Cause you know they would
Don’t let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause it’s not that way and…
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further…
I heard it all before, I’ve heard it all before
I can’t hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what I’m gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought…
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure…
A look in your eyes
And I know that I’m yours
Your fingers around mine,
I know you’ll never go
Kiss me hard and hold me close
Make me forget all my pains
And not cause you anymore
Richa Gill (via petite-catin)
I love the world at 4 am. The streets are all mine. I don’t deal with traffic, and people’s bullshit. I don’t have to answer any calls or reply to any texts. I don’t have any responsibilities. No fights, no arguments, no hate, no love, no faith and no engagements. I can just be. Like we are meant to be.
Hedonist Poet
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please don’t fall out of love with me, i love the veins in your hands when they’re wrapped around mine
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