Your veins create a map
of all the places that my love
longs to call home.
You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it and that the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle and I saw us as the sun.Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451 (via loav)
If she stops caring, you lost her.(via 1112pm)