hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm
john green this is all ur fault stop blaming the stars
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved."
"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons."
Christopher Poindexter (via fuckinq)