We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars

                                                                                                as the road around us

grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass

           already laced with frost,

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of

                          lullabies. -(x)





everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment

What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.

screenshot this and look at it in 3 years