Like, I would literally do anything for these people to leave.

I can tell you right now that I hate 80% of the people I’m with right now. Why are you in my house? Go home. Being me vodka first.

Remember when we sat in your car, high as can be, listening to mumford & sons and holding one anothers’ hand as if holding on for dear life? I swear we were on the same page in that moment; there was something too beautiful and heart breaking about the way your fingers glided over mine, perfectly on track with the stereo. 
Those little moments, those are the ones I miss. 

• Last Night
• Keith
• Tristan and Isolde

Enjoy.

halfbrokenhorses:

We’d share smoke with each other in a dingy basement bar, your hands cupped against my cheeks as you exhale smoke and I inhale you. You always added a whispered secret — let’s go, and I followed you. Up the stairs we’d stumble, laughing and giddy from the high, nothing but lips and teeth and hands, more stumbling until we fell together into the backseat of my car. Now I don’t share the smoke, it’s mine, the high is mine too, but it’s a lonely high. You’re there, just across the table, untouchable now. You’re not mine — I exhale, pushing the smoke as far as it will reach. You watch it riser higher and higher, sucked into an air duct — our eyes meet, just for a second, and you inhale. It’s too late for that though, the smoke’s gone,

but I’m still here,

still breathing in you as you exhale me.

(via humansareprudes)

Trading in my stilettos for sneakers and the internet for the star filled sky straight above my head. Oh my, take in this moment.

Before I even considering liking someone I test them on their favorite disney movie soundtrack and if they don’t say the Lion King then it’s game over.