for the way you made me feel.
It was worth the pain.
— jl, Haiku Without Regret (via perfect)
and a drawerful of necklace chains that I will never
have the patience to separate. I am sounds mixed with
different mediums of light. Six thousand eight hundred
dialects of flesh that I don’t have enough time to
translate into words. This dictionary of skin is unreadable and
Latin is dead because of what we never had the balls to
tell each other.
— Shinji Moon, I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled (via perfect)