i hate her with every fiber of my being and i don’t even know who she is.
i do know that she has pressed her lips into his, spread her legs for him, shoved her tongue down his throat and taken his cock into hers. i know that she laughs with him, holds hands with him, has felt the warmth of his…
—
Jonathan Safran Foer (via ryandonato)—
Oscar Wilde (via lionskeleton)he kissed my lips; took
the words that were meant for you,
and made them his.
Alternate Ending, Mathiole