i want. i want a lot. the want wakes me up in the morning, pulsates me through the day and mercifully lets me drift away at night, looking over me in my dreams. i am an absolutely greedy bastard, hungry for everything the world has to offer, clutching it in my hands like a newborn baby.

Картинки про прощення відчуваються як заклик наробити помилок, коли найтяжчий гріх минулого - бездіяльність

I'm so hungry I could eat the gap between what I think others feel about me and what they actually feel about me