"The difference
between being loved and being fucked
is I can’t remember how the first feels.
I come to bed quiet, kiss with my eyes closed,
hate how easily I touch you.
written by Clementine von Radics (via coffeeurlgirl)
between being loved and being fucked
is I can’t remember how the first feels.
I come to bed quiet, kiss with my eyes closed,
hate how easily I touch you.
Find me the sweetest boy, with a heart
more hopeful than spun sugar on a hot day,
I will teach him the meaning of meaningless
nights. The whole time, every moment, wishing
he’d crack me open, rib by rib, to see
how I work. How I bleed.
written by Clementine von Radics (via coffeeurlgirl)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via theburnthatkeepseverything)
Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my
- cellular number
- snapchat
- skype
- facetime
- first born
you know, anything you want
(Source: jo--harvelle, via kindadrunk)
