NO FUCKS TO GIVE.

Vicious.

I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when Iʼm not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things Iʼve done behind their back.
I have a hamper thatʼs over flowing with really, really loud mistakes
and a grave yard in my closet.
Iʼm afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
youʼd grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.

I didn’t fall in love with you.

I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

—The Chaos Of Stars (via ranjhana)

(Source: horanywithharry, via foreverflyingwithoutwings)

Frank Ocean

—Thinkin Bout You

majestictunes:

thinkin bout you || frank ocean

a tornado flew around my room before you came
excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain
in southern california much like arizona
my eyes don’t shed tears but, boy, they bawl

(via soychorizo)