8 notes • 11:36 AM

So many people are at the mercy of my fingertips but that doesn’t mean they miss me as much as I miss them. And I mean miss me. Not me now but me then, when I had fire in my eyes and brute wanderlust coursing through every piece of my body.

I fear you might have forgotten, but I never did. 

" Loving him was like being in a car with the gas pedal slammed down to the floor and nothing to do but hold on and pretend to have some semblance of self-control. But control was something I lost a long time ago when I met him. "
by (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: acidicvedic, via slxeepybones)

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