55 Days with Luke Hemmings

"Where am I supposed to start? Wow. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Okay, maybe that's the cancer."

MESS » poetry.

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

EPHEMERAL; poetry.

ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]

sweater weather

♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.