the complications you could do without.

"Something inside my chest was tearing open, and it was hard work to try to keep it closed over. That’s the funny thing about old hurts - they just wait for a new heartache to come along and then show up, as sharp and horrible as the first day that you woke up with the world changed all around you."

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Lilith Saintcrow, Strange Angels (via flentes)

you sprinkled your cinnamon breath on my

shoulders and i mistook the pattern for

freckles.

what i thought were sun stains were really

a spattering of thoughts that washed off with time and

water and

sleep.

　

octoward:

(by rebekah seok)