16/08/13

Another year’s gone by already and I didn’t realise but my trip to england coincides with the day Matty died so I’ll be able to go and visit him.


8 days and counting Matty.


I still miss you everyday.

I wish you were here, lying next to me
with my head on your shoulder
so that I could breathe in the many layers of you.

Where we could just be together because no-one else is awake at 3am
and I could listen to your heartbeat.


But she got to you first and I’m left with what I chose before.

Anonymous:
You would be Miss Valve, because I'd tap you all night.

Thats hilarious, anyone got any more?

I thought of texting you
"good morning, I can’t sleep"
and then I remembered
that you are on a journey
which I am not a part of
and that’s okay
but
good morning
I can’t sleep

(Source: balsambreath, via lilyskinned)

cumfort:

I’m the shoulder you can cry on and the hand that smacks that ass

(via the-wonderful-past-year)

"I was behind her, against her, moving in her with firm rhythm, taking her. She was mine. Then I breathed the words into her neck and she did something, I don’t know what. Maybe she spread her legs slightly wider, or altered the angle of her hips, but through some feminine magic my cock was suddenly deeper, a fraction of an inch that felt like infinity. I held myself there. I was perfect and I was home and the world could have ended at that moment."