I be fucking the shit out of you in my head.
If blood was the color of missing you,
I’d have it all over my hands.
I’ve done nothing all weekend long
but think of ways to love you.
My thoughts are a constant wind
and constant water, lapping you.
My blood is the color of missing you.
(Source: youreyesblazeout, via rollingbarrel)
I wish none of you were sad