M

escupir:

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

(via ninaahh)

Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.

(Source: carriefishers, via mypartywithmoriarty)

glossynympheteyes:

All the pretty stars shine for you, my love
Am I that girl that you dream of?
All those little times you said that I’m your girl
You make me feel like your whole world