I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.Richard Siken, Wishbone (via marcelcastenmillers)
wow this just made me so so happy you have no idea! thank you so much that’s such a huge compliment. you’re great.
You drink like you have to forget something.The saddest shit ever said. (via dvadeset-sedmi-august)
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.Charles Bukowski (via agneslestrange)