taste in your tongue, the [ s m o k e ] in your lungs and i need your love, and i need your love. the salt on your skin is p u l l i n g me in and i need your love, and i need your —LOVE—. i don't wanna say goodbye to another night and watch you walk —— a w a y. i don't wanna let it burn in the city lights and make the same MISTAKES. this time i don't wanna waste it, don't wanna waste the night.
“two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.” — Warsan Shire (via illuminosity)
