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Always be yourself, no matter what

the rest of the world may think. You are perfect just the way you are. Believe it.

The way I feel.

If meth makes you feel anything like how you make me feel, I would be addicted. I would want to feel you coursing through my veins as if you’re a part of every particle of my being. I would constantly be searching for ways to get my fix of you; always yearning for more. I would run you through every vein possible. I would search every dark alley on this earth to find the purest form of you. Nothing I experienced would feel the same without you inside of me.
-Clover Cope

…You know you’re a writer when you compare your crush to meth. Lol.

I write to you like a lover
but we have never been in love.
Three AM and I’m sending snapshots
of my heart because you are the only one
who isn’t afraid to look at them.
Sometimes we kiss for no reason.
Sometimes I go crawling into your bed
because I need a space to belong to
and your hands are steadier
than mine have ever been.
Sometimes you get lost
and you wind up on my doorstep,
but it’s okay—
you’re always welcome here.
I tell you all the secrets I’ve been
keeping from myself while you
peel apart at the edges and admit
to all the soft things you pretend
you don’t know how to feel.
We understand each other, here.
My sheets know all our demons.
We don’t touch like that in the daytime,
but at night you are all hands
and I am all teeth
and we are a double-hinged door
slammed open by the wind.
We work that way.
It’s easy as breathing:
two kindred souls wrapped up together
in the same skin.

Best Friends With Benefits, by Ashe Vernon (via vapourise)

(Source: latenightcornerstore, via latenightcornerstore)