I already know how this ends.
We don’t need to have a conversation about it, so don’t worry,
please don’t even try.
This ends in September with me crying in my bed,
alone in the moments when my roommates are gone,
missing you like a slowly burning pyre,
our two bodies the only fuel.
This ends with you forgetting—
don’t worry I’m not mad, it’s in your nature—
but this ends with you forgetting.
This ends with me raking my nails over my skin in guilt
because the boy I just slept with wasn’t you,
this ends with you seducing a hundred other blondes.
This ends with you fucking them and wishing it was me,
but only in the moments afterwards,
you’ll miss my soft skin, and the curtain of my hair,
and you’ll miss the curve of my lip,
but you won’t miss me.

This ends with us agreeing to keep in touch,
but I already see you slipping away,
like a slow motion bullet leaving a loaded gun.

L.A, “Realistically”  (via luciameanslight)
Long distance relationships have their own sense of beauty. That someone can wait days, months, or even years for someone they love who are miles or oceans away. That someone can fall deeply in love with someone and love all the moments that are shared. It doesn’t matter if someone is miles or oceans away; being loved by someone’s fullest is something so beautiful and raw.
Linda Nguyen | Moments are all we need (via lesbian-a-la-mode)



Title Fight//Lefty

Daydream tendencies had you smiling soft and sweet.
Keep those blurry memories somewhere safe- 
you may need them.

Fuck you, I didn’t deserve that.
― (via the-lion-cat)
You broke me while I was trying to fix myself.
― 1:04 pm (via thinferior)