It is 2:29 in the morning

and I don’t love him
but he is here and you are not

It is 2:29 in the morning
and yesterday I bought him
a new bottle of cologne

and he thought I got him
that little gift with no other reason
than to see him smile

but truth is
sex with him isn’t nearly
as electric
as it was with you

and I thought that
sniffing his neck hard enough
while it smelled just like yours

would help me forget
how wrong it all was

without you here with me

but even though
sniffing and snorting
once helped me forget
about painful things

it didn’t really work out
this time

because now
it is 2:48 in the morning

and jesus christ I swear I can feel
my whole body aching
for you and your electricity

aching for the burning sensation
on every bit of skin
your fingers touched

and god knows
every inch of my skin
is more than familiar
with that feeling

and I don’t quite know
how to deal with the fact

that your lightning
might never

strike me again.

- Fingertips like thunder, goldenkintsugi (via goldenkintsugi)





it sucks being the ugly quiet rude sarcastic emotionally unstable friend with the attention span of a goldfish

i’ve never read something so accurate

(Source: siriusblaack, via unretrieved)


☁ I’ll never look into your eyes again☁