that’s it. that’s the whole show
carmilla karnstein + text posts
This is based on the assumption that I’d actually share my pizza and have leftovers….which will never happen.
"Now I don’t usually like it when a girl looks me right in the eye, and this girl does that a lot. But I don’t know what it is about her, when she does it, I don’t mind…and while we’re doing it, all the bullshit does fade away, and it’s just me and her right there, and yeah I do lose myself in her. And I can tell she’s losing herself in me. And we’re just fucking lost together."
she tastes like peaches during summertime and
you forgot how I tasted like limes in the winter,
the kind that would make your insides splinter.
you failed to remember the things you said you would never forget,
or maybe you remember them,
but just as regret.
it’s been three and a half months since you left,
and I’m still screaming your bloody name into oblivion,
hoping that these brick walls will absorb my madness,
so I can escape this damn sadness. N.E.W., Chances Are I Miss You (via misehry)