March 2012
autumnlungs:
It’s such a strange thing how someone can be your world and you trust them with your life, and then one day, you begin to forget them and they’ve long forgotten you. Every vow that you exchanged and every promise that you made no longer means anything.
It’s just weird.
February 2012
saintsbecamesailors:
You know what I miss? Just the feel of someone touching my skin. Like being caressed.
autumnlungs:
I wish that I could just do nothing, always. I enjoy being unproductive and careless.
