How to even start?
You you you you you you always all about you, you the sun, you the moon you my everything.
Me? I’ll always be the girl you keep, I’ll always be unseen, like I was never there, no one will ever ask about me, cause for the rest, I wasn’t even there.
But then comes the why?
am I too small for you? am I for this sun just a little tiny insignificant star just falling away?
I don’t know.
Should I be forever hidden in the space?
A star whose brigthness remain unseen for everybody except you?
The one that nobody makes a wish on?
— Autobiography of my Pathetic Love Life (via soul-killing)
God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.
— Want, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)