cold fume inside

behaave:

thoughts
doyouspeakfrench:

Karen Wilms by Fanny Latour-Lambert
doyouspeakfrench:

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Stacy Martin by Fanny Latour-Lambert

and I know I speak like my heart was broken last night
even though it happened last January,
when I thought I was numb from the cold
but I was numb from you
and sometimes everything you left behind cuts into
my tongue and I find myself choking up your name
even though it’s been 3 months since you’ve called
and I’m not sure how your voice still plays in my head
when I can’t even remember how it sounds
and there are scars and bruises all over me that I
could’ve sworn had faded but everyone looks at me
like I’m about to collapse
and sometimes I kiss boys who grab me like they
want to break me and I let them because there’s
nothing left to break
and sometimes they taste like you
and I used to smile like I wasn’t empty
but you’re stuck in my head
and in my heart
and underneath my fingernails
and I’m so sorry but you can’t stay here

I’m a collection of unsaid goodbyes and thrown up 3 AM “I miss you’s” (via extrasad)

fuck

(via arabellashigh)

I really thought it was written by me because it’s exactly my story.

(via halbmord)

avfgewacht:

horny and sad

priphea:

I love road trips they make me feel so free and alive ☼