…your name in stone.
(Source: miafotographia)
I tried to forget, but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collarbones…all day I pluck their petals, but I have not ascertained…whether you love me or not…
….have you ever been in love? It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
you’re such a “Hipstir”
boneware.
…you make me weak.