anyway, whatever i guess.
― me, probably, about some complex personal emotional problem (via geeses)
I’m tired of kissing lips that taste like filters and inhaling laughs that feel like smoke down my windpipe. I no longer want to crave their voice like nicotine. I want someone to hold me like oxygen, because nicotine can satisfy an addiction, but I just want to fucking breathe again.
― (via fagwit)