i never understood
what made your lips on my neck
such an intimate affair
until your teeth grazed my pulse
and i realized 
you could tear open my throat
and make me bleed out in your arms
but instead
you chose to kiss

(Source: nellsays)

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics) —

conveys:

half a million freaking notes this is so unreal wow i can’t breathe omg

(Source: x-ikillmyselfeveryday-x)