A taste of honey and hell.
“I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.”
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
Unknown (via 2-much—soul)