“Don’t ever talk to me again please.”
I know someday I’ll feel better but it will never change the fact that I’ll always miss you.
3 am thoughts (via suspend)
Death dangles a cigarette between his lips. Unlit. Death makes the sky rain blood that stains my porcelain skin. Death is the only one to promise me a forever worth waiting for.
Unlit Cigarettes & Other Childhood Tragedies (emf)




