You need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.

Yeah. I figured. As long as you’re happy and you continue being my friend. That’s all I really care about.

erytheis:

         ’-like always,

 he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him,

                             chest to chest or

                                       chest to back,

                      the covers drawn around you

                             in an act of faith against the night.’

You Are Jeff, Richard Siken

Smoke in the Stars.

Jane gazed after the trailing smoke beside her sister’s face. It moved so fluidly and innocently. Still, Jane knew it was only a temporary bit of carelessness bound tightly between course, brown pages. She preferred not to be rid of her worries just yet.

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(Source: capableofmurder)

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

I was born with a reading list I will never finish.