You should eat to fill your stomach, not your soul. And drink to numb your thirst, not your pain.
He’s my early Christmas gift, the most amazing at that. I know, him holding the gingerbread cookie is badass.
♡ Notes
1 week ago
November 23, 2009
Nothing can be more romantic than being kissed in the middle of the winter fair as we slow-danced to the Christmas music. It felt like the rest of the world didnt exist, as if everything else swirled away. The season has never felt this sweet.
— Me
♡ Notes
1 week ago
November 23, 2009
And though love is a drunk, sleeping off its hangover in the gutters between the years, you need to smile at the bitch anyway.
— I Wrote This For You
♡ Notes
1 week ago
November 21, 2009
Out of ammo and out of lives and out of credits.
Though my damage is low, if you fall, I will stand over your body and begin to fight where you ended.
In the blood. In the mud.
Until they bring me down.
— I Wrote This For You
♡ Notes
1 week ago
November 21, 2009
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
— W. Somerset Maugham
♡ Notes
1 month ago
October 27, 2009
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Plays: 6
You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd;
Well if you had walked past me today I wouldn’t have picked you out.
I wouldn’t have picked you out.
♡ Notes
1 month ago
October 23, 2009
I miss reading your moves. You had 4 different ways of sighing. One for when you were exhausted, one to say ‘you’re an idiot’, one when you’ve had enough and one to say goodnight to the world. I miss decoding your language.
— Chris (via themusician)
♡ Notes
1 month ago
October 22, 2009
reblogged via 
You think bravery is to fight and courage is to die. But the bravest ones stand in front of those who would and say: “We will not fight. Because courage is to live.
— I Wrote This For You
♡ Notes
1 month ago
October 22, 2009
The perfect kiss...
Which is when the world stopped turning.
Which is when the birds fell silent.
Which is when the clouds all breathed in at the same time.
Which is when lies became truth.
Which is when pain became love.
Which is when fires burned blue.
Which is when red flowers bloomed.
Which is when snow fell.
Which is when ice became water.
Which is when the universe smiled.
Which is when the sunshine and the moonlight met.
Which is when gravity gave up the ghost.
Which is when the air became thick.
Which is when people screamed on the edges of cliffs.
Which is when every guitar in the world strummed the same three chords over and over.
Which is when the dead rolled over and wished to live again.
Which is when the song turned itself up.
Which is when aliens on other worlds looked up into the heavens and gasped.
When is when hurricanes and storms and floods swept through us.
Which is when tears fell from willows at the beauty of it all.
Which is when riots and madness chased themselves through the streets.
Which is when millions of glasses committed suicide, throwing themselves from kitchen cupboards.
Which is when angels were filled with envy.
Which is when vampires threw back their heads and howled.
Which is when skin crawled.
Which is when we were sitting on the bench.
Which is when you were in my arms and I was in your mouth.
