via The fire Inside.
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I only want this with you.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Death need not concern us because when we exist death does not, and when death exists we do not.
— Epicurus (via purplebuddhaproject)