The Road Less Traveled


I watched you walk away
Hopeless, with nothing to say
I strain my eyes
Hoping to see you again

This is my curse (the longing)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the yearning)
This is my curse

There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?
Will you be there?

Your silence haunts me
But I still hunger for you

This is my curse (the wanting)
This is my curse (time)
This is my curse (the needing)
This is my curse

There is love burning to find you
Will you wait for me?

And still I want
And still I ache
But still I wait
To see you again

- My curse- killswitch engaged


Please keep this circulating. Cops are getting more and more brazen, know your rights!

« Let’s continue on our adventure. ».

(Source: lucy-chii)

You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.

She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.

When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.

In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.

You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.

You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

- The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb  (via splitterherzen)

Ugh this is my favorite ❤️

Quinn Fabray: A summary

(Source: natallie-dormer)


don’t even talk to yourself


don’t even talk to yourself


I love these cases


I love these cases


I can’t just move on? Please life? It’s hard enough as it is without you reminding me every second that I’m in love with her but idk we don’t talk I don’t see her. It’s just confusing. I can’t see her, talk to her, or anything but somehow no matter what something about her comes every second of the day.. This is hard

(Source: lovescenehair)