I would rather be wrapped up in your arms than wrapped up in these sheets.
• (via in-a-rip-current)
I will reblog this every night until I can be in your arms because every night it’s still as relevant as it was the night I wrote it.
the thought of someone else touching you makes me sick to my stomach
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via valsedamelie)