four iPhone photos, four seasons, one wild cherry tree.
everything is a competition unless I’m losing and then fuck off not everything has to be a competition asshole
I take my hands off and I give them to you but you don’t want them. So, I take them back and try to put them in their place but the lace does not feel the same. I have scars on my hands from touching certain people but these scars- not these scars, only add beauty to the blank canvas I have always been. It is a sin that you have not yet tattooed me.
thesummersetsandparadisefears:
so glad they included this exact like in the movie, best line in the book.





