"I still love you. Just don’t tell me about your past. I don’t want to know who you loved and who you have touched. Just let me hold you, let me tell you how many times I thought about you. I miss the way your body felt against mine, and the way they fit together perfectly. I hope this is hello, I regret goodbye."
- It’s been 3 months (via fais-moijouir)
I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”
(Source: bauks, via gnarly)