- Edgar Allan Poe

I will always be there to hold you up
I will always forgive you when we fight
You are the one thing that I got right

(via sadnessof)

J’ai essayé d’expliquer à mes parents que la vie, c’était un drôle de cadeau. Au départ, on le surestime, ce cadeau: on croit avoir reçu la vie éternelle. Après, on le sous-estime, on le trouve pourri, trop court, on serait presque prêt à le jeter. Enfin, on se rend compte que ce n’était pas un cadeau, mais juste un prêt. Alors on essaie de le mériter.

(via charmaineolivia)

and we’re no accident, though sometimes we won’t survive the crash
I’ll be your ambulance, I’ll let you sleep right here inside of me
let it leave a scar when it heals, so we can remember what not to do
it’s those natural tattoos that I love, drawn over every inch of you
It’s our only map, it’s all we’ll ever have to offer
and all I am is for you, until I’m tied down to my coffin
I’m not that good with words, I’ll try my hardest anyways
and they get caught, in my throat no matter how loud I scream them out
grow old with me, I can’t seem to say it any more convincingly

i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.