brutol:

i owe my body so many apologies

(via im-choking-on-a-lifesaver)

astound:

I don’t know which part of me wants you more; my lips that crave yours pressed against mine, or my skin that is starving for your fingers. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. Because I wouldn’t mind having every part of you

unforgettable-madness:

friend: are you okay?
me: *trying out coffins* why do you ask?

(via ill-make-this-feel-like-homee)