with a bunch of pictures of Matt Smith and all this super creepy text, and I just got this email back from him:
(Source: elisa-on-parade)
Charles Bukowski (via bottlesofwhine)
I wish to be
your last breath
so you can see
that you honestly
can’t live without me.
my bones ache with
the memory of your
hands rushing over them(they ache for
what was never
theirs)