I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.
written by Camryn Pulaski (via thewastedgeneration)
written by Camryn Pulaski (via thewastedgeneration)
(Source: hellanne, via wut-ever-l0ser)
its really not hard to make me happy you just need to buy me stuff and fuck me
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