“I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished.” —Gaby Dunn (via mournfully)
would someone buy me an itune’s song as a gift?
“Whenever I speak with you, I end up dying more, a little more.” —Frida Kahlo (to Diego Rivera)
I’m off to see The Cure live. OMG.