I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...– Pablo Neruda (via existentrillest)
I don’t know why you woke up with so many fucking emotions this morning, but stop being so panicked and flustered and fucking get it together. Right now. You don’t have time for this.
Never look back, walk tall, act fine.– David Bowie (via sinnumero)