Skeletons Hold So Much Beauty
I reblog punk and sad stuff
I miss the way your hand would trickle down my waist and I miss the way that your lips would taste
There are an infinite amount of things about you.
"To put it simply - you have disoriented me.
Falling in love with you was like being thrown into an ocean at night.
It kisses my skin and it engulfs me, and I’m so light it feels like I’m flying, but I’m left with nothing that I need.
I don’t know which way will give me the air I need and which way will send me down further into the abyss.
Everything is chaotic
Everything is soothing."
— jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)