Art. Longboarding. Cameras. Video games. Star Wars. Rollercoasters. Slytherin. Movies. Brand New. Fight Club. Messy hair. Scarves. Bright Eyes. Candles. Love. Netflix. Moonlight. Trees. Sparkles. Theatre. New York City. Music festivals. Chaos. Tea. Ink. Smoke. Paper Roses. Feels. Liquid eyeliner. StumbleUpon. Life.
Tell me your story.
I'll sing you mine. <3
Me: do you like rough sex
Them: yeah lip biting is great
Me: no you don't understand
Sometimes, I feel like ripping apart my skin and searching for a reason for why I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled, or something is lodged in my ribcage. Because it feels like something inside of me is missing or broken.