quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless.
Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window,
wanting you to know that everything is going
to get better, and really hoping that it does."
— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, “Ballistic” (via rauchwolken)
(Source: winterkristall, via langleav)
"I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real."
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
(Source: larmoyante, via langleav)