Reality is a Prison

Online Users obession with collarbones and shoulder blades.

Me, to Daniel (via a-match-into—terrible-things)

(via psychotic-kittten)

All of the things that I want to say to you just aren’t coming out right. I can’t put into words how much I need and miss you. I think about you all the time. You don’t seem to leave my head. I’m not going to last much longer. Save me a spot by the fire