Nothing lasts forever
The rush of your weight in the hours it’s late, the sweetest feeling I know.
Suppressing the mind with anything we can find, as long as we keep control.
collecting the green with the feeling of dreams I love to cremate it with you.
Good people are judged by the love they can make not the stupid things that they do.
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
― Unknown (via perfect)
(Source: somethingbeyond)
