I just want a fucking hickey. I want someone to press their lips to my neck, use their teeth to nip my skin, cover me in goosebumps, leave a bruise. It’s romantic, the little love notes, because the skin is the paper and the blood vessels are the ink. I want to worry about hiding it in front of my parents. I want people to see it and think “damn they had some fun”
And maybe I’ll forget how lonely I am.
— Clementine Von Radics (via vomitbrat)
— Miranda July (via spookygurl)
Lemony Snicket (via fairestregal)
This is important.