Me This Halloween 

anyone ever: It's getting hot in here.

my brain: ......so take off all your clothes ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)

me: wtf why??? still? what year is it??????

you can fall out of love as quickly as you fall in it

ain’t that a bitch

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

it’s 4:27 in the evening. it’s not a romantic time at all. the sun isn’t setting. nobody is going home to bed yet. nobody is waking up alone. it’s 4:27 and you’re on an express elevator going down and you feel the force of gravity as if it was sluicing up between your toes and without meaning to, as your stomach drops, you think of him. you think of roller coasters. you think of kissing him while both of your mouths are sticky with ice cream. you think of holding his hand in the back of a dark car, playing with his fingers for no other reason than to feel his skin brush yours. you think of cotton candy, of a burst of laughter, of the curve of his neck. you think of sighing against his shoulder, of his head resting on your lap, of city walks. the girl on the elevator with you asks, “are you okay?” you say you’re fine. “just got vertigo,” you explain. that feeling when you’re staring into a canyon and for a second, you know nothing is the same.

falling // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

I wanna steal your socks for eternity

*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

who else wants to go on a drive at 1am until we forget about what’s bothering us

why am I still in love w you

You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that’s who he was, not who he is.

(via the-taintedtruth)

“You insist you don’t care about him anymore but somedays waking up feels like a reminder that he’s gone. “You insist you don’t care about him anymore. Maybe it’s only because he doesn’t care about you.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #220 (via blossomfully)