I think what makes turning to God when you’re sad so powerful is that He already knows why you’re crying.
Anonymous said: it's damn near impossible to not fall in love when your skin is perpetually drinking another person's limbs. quarreling against their lips just to get to the addictive whisper of their tongue; desire dripping from in between your legs while their hot breath bleeds summer of its stigma at the nape of your neck. and yet you're still walking home thinking you have it in you to wake up without your bedside getting cold. you fall in love because your skin because our skin; its vows without words
Can a vow without words be a vow at all?
heroin addict? no, heroine addict. please give me more leading ladies i need them to survive