"Your kiss feels like home and I’m so fucking homesick."

(Source: lovesthecure, via grizzlytrees)


Tell me are you better?
Now your new life starts to unfold.


Its been 231 hours and 6 minutes since we last talked.
(I’m not counting)
My heart has been shattered into around 478 pieces.
(But I’m not counting.)
I haven’t slept well in over 19 days.
(I’m not counting.)

I’m counting the minutes that I can’t breathe because I feel you in my bones and I don’t know how to move on.
(5, 564)

I’m counting every second my breath is taken away by the realization that you’re gone.
(334, 023)

Fuck it, you know I hate numbers. Come back to me.


Math was never my best subject. (L.S.)

(Source: secludedheart)