This won't end quietly.

I wish my library would look like: 2/??


/Downtown, Los Angeles/ 2014

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)
It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is
(via catscuddlingandyou)
I want you. Every second of everyday, I’m always craving you.
Hunnnnie (via hunnnnie)
And I just remember thinking to myself,
‘God, I fucking want her’
clearing my thoughts (via fuckme-andinfinity)