Tonight I can smell her on you like a talisman,
a nametag, a grave marker. I wonder if she kissed
your birthmark, the dark red splotch hidden on
your inner thigh like a sunrise that jumped forty feet
from an apartment building just to splatter
into nothingness on the pavement below. I wonder
(Source: rooneymara, via anarchyintehus)
You know what really sucks?
When you thought you might have a chance with some guy that you really really liked and thought “wow I think he might actually like me back” and then you realize that this whole time that you were leading yourself on by creating all these little fantasy’s in your head only to be crushed when they don’t happen. Then you realize that in reality he
doesn’t.
actually.
like.
you.
back.
(Source: mulinello, via burtonsdisneyprincess)