It’s midnight and I crave you.
I crave your lips, your hands, your touch.
I crave you the same at noon.
I crave you every day, every hour, every minute, every second…
ever since I’ve met you.
I crave you. (via fragmentallygirl)
The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.