A cure for love?

krapax: there is no cure for this madness that is lovethere is no pillor ointmentor therapy for this ailmentthere are only kissesand hugsand cuddly little sessions of intimacyand romancebeneath white ceilingsand squeaky fansdark hands hold tightto each otherundercovers so this madness is shared between them.

Forget about my life… She’s the best thing to ever happen to my poetry (via slycrow)

Words often fail me when my heart is overwhelmed. It seems that only my arms could ever express my true yearning for her, and only my lips would be able to provide an indication of the passion that I feel when I think of her. She is, and always has been, from the moment I …