When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.


you follow me 
everywhere that i go 
you’re in my dreams 
oh my god 
you’re haunting me 
you’re in the air 
you’re in my head 
oh my god 
i can’t be still 
even in my bed 
oh my god 
you’re in my head

(via babyplant101)

It is our own mental attitude which makes the world what it is for us. Our thoughts make things beautiful, our thoughts make things ugly. The whole world is in our own minds. Learn to see things in the proper light.

i can’t write about how your skin feels pressed against mine but Jesus Christ ill never stop thinking about the way i get butterfly’s when my phone rings and its your voice on the other end. and when i wake up to 8 “remember when” texts , or how i fall asleep to the sound of your voice. and read your texts over background noise, i sing your name when no one is around and see your face pressing clouds and my love for you can never fade , even if there is 350 kilometers between us.