but i feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time i try, to forget you
you’ve an wondrous opportunity at your doorstep, and—already—a coat upon on your back; lock the knob behind as you leave.
note to self, no. 10
At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.

(Source: askaboutnikki)

i miss kissing.

all night—icona pop

"Lights" as performed by American Authors

learning ellie goulding’s “lights” on graham tonight…