You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.
|—||Ten Word Story, Meghan Hale (via skinnydreams-live-ur-life)|
I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.
|—||S.B. (via sunflower-mama)|
State of Grace: We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts
Welcome to New York: Took our broken hearts and put them in a drawer
*waits for 911 to call me first so i don’t sound thirsty*
Part of me just wants to cuddle with you until we fall asleep and part of me wants to make you moan until your lungs give out