I crave the kind of love
that chokes the tongue
with thickened words
and steals the heart beats
that throb in our throats.
You weren’t it.
You never were.
— Michelle K., What More Can We Say? (via michellekpoems)
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles"
Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.
— John Mayer (via hefuckin)
(Source: eatsleepjohnmayer, via a-thousand-words)
"Cause I can’t go on
Living in the memory of our song"