" We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it. "
Memoirs of C (via drapetomania)
(Source: memoirsofc, via acid-washed-thoughts)
Perhaps you are aware of those who watch over your home, and experience it as a place to visit and play with reality. You are becoming aware of yourself.
Considering selling my body for tickets…. sry
(Source: infobrokers, via all-iaskisfor-forever)