I don’t like them innocent
I don’t want no face fresh
want them wearing leather
begging, let me be your taste test.
I like the sad eyes, bad guys
mouth full of white lies
kiss me in the corridor,
but quick to tell me goodbye. //
#onlybirds #paris (hier: halsey - ghost)

i don’t have the words in any language to tell the world how much i love you. happy birthday “little” sister (i’ll always call you like this, even if you’re 5cm taller than i am). and it makes me pretty sad, that i can’t spend this day with you. but we’ll see us soon in paris! // #onlybirds #tb #happybirthday #lovelovelove #sisterhood

we didn’t really broke up, did we? we just didn’t talk anymore. it has been nearly half a year since the last time it felt like this. i still have more than 300photos of you on my phone. and one beside my bed. i’m not sure if i can handle the empty space you left in my life.
but i can’t handle your way to live, to nearly hate everything around you. to love a boy who will never be able to love you as much and passionated as i did.
i’m just so sorry.

it was my biggest wish to get my next tattoo from you. not really from you, but that you write it for me. i love the way it looks. and it hurts so much when i think about it.
i can even see what i’m doing because i started to cry again.

i pretended that i don’t care, but i do. you left a lot in my life. i know exactly how you smell, i can draw your face blind, i know how you sound and look when you laugh or cry or sleep. how you’re words fade when you’re drunk. how you’re dancing with your arms wide open. which tea you like and which cigarettes you smoke. i know you favorit shops and blogs. the setting of your camera. how you walk. which makeup you use.

i’m sorry. i hope you’re fine. i just miss you so much.