You don't even know who I am. I'm just a grey sunglasses dude at the moment.

I’m an extremely exceptional guesser

I've wanted to ask you to coffee for a very long time but I'm so scared so I haven't. But I wanted you to know I wanted to.

don’t be scared. I think that there is probably nothing else that would make me happier than to have coffee with you

why are people so goddamn confusing. how do people stop caring over night

"…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine."

Flynn, Gillian. Gone Girl.   (via fckn12yearold)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via weekendwarrioress)

If only I’d thought of the right words 
I could have held on to your heart 
If only I’d thought of the right words
I wouldn’t be breaking apart 
All my pictures of you

(Source: jamsofthepast, via modernmethadone)

"I remember it hurt the last time you touched me, your fingertips had already been dripping acid for some time. I grabbed your hand anyways because it felt nice to feel pain, to feel anything. I guess that was my first mistake, because the acid spread throughout my whole body because I couldn’t stop touching you. When you held me I felt my bones breaking, I told you I wanted to stay in your arms forever. Maybe that was my second mistake, for now I’m in pieces, I thought you’d at least hold me together. They took me to church after you left me, they said it’d make me better. I told them about the bruises all over me from your hands. They said that I was completely intact. I can’t look in the mirror because I don’t know who is looking back at me anymore. i can’t look at my arms because there are traces of you all in my veins"

"A writer is a world trapped in a person."

Victor Hugo (via uh-huh-shes-alive)

(Source: maxkirin, via thedanksideofthemoon)