"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. We made love just looking at them."

Charles Bukowski  (via jdvlla)

(Source: whispsofinvisibleme)

i thought of you, while in the shower

and i thought of how nice it’d be

to have your things among my things

along the bathtub’s edge

and i imagined myself running out of soap

and using yours

and wearing you to work, and the grocery store

and i imagined that night, laying down beside you

and smelling your neck

and finding out where all my soap had gone

(Source: abigailpaige)

"[…] I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt. […]"

  Everything in Portland Is A Postcard Saying “Wish You Were Here!”, Clementine von Radics (via fugitivestate)