And all at once the forest caught aflame. What once was us dancing among the ashes turned to me still holding the fire, it’s brilliance licking at my palms as the trees folded in. Darling, there’s nothing left to burn but me.
iloveoldmeninspeedos asked: you went to the paramore concert? when did it start and end!
I. When I was trying to quit smoking and we drank white wine from Mason jars,...– Clementine von Radics, All That’s Left To Tell (via thewastedgeneration)
i never really liked my name much until i found out what it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth
I’m not sure how much longer I can sleep alone before the void gets the best of me. I no longer sleep in quiet for the fear of what haunts me.