Angel Of Small Death

syntacked:

“I hope I made you feel something, because you made me feel everything.”

— Gemma Troy

somepiecesofmyheartandsoul:

“As the wind blows, I begin to wonder, who are you caring for at this very moment? Is it still me? Is it still us? I do not want to know. I am too afraid to find out.”

— Lukas W. // Do you still care about me?

(via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac)

resqectable:

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

—

Michael Faudet

hush-syrup:

“My heart had a void in its vocabulary just the size of your name.”

— From Water by Sharanya Manivannan

sexysuggestion:

give me the look that says “just wait until we’re alone”

(via savingtheshire)

wnq-writers:

“How often has the timing been wrong? How often have we had to move along like we didn’t feel something?”

— N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

slobbering:

“All sins are attempts to fill voids.”

— Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace (via philosophybits)

(via slobbering)