400eurojob:

“You were cold at eighteen. Spitting snowflakes onto my tongue and watching them melt. You made me crumble like cracking ice. You were frostbitten fingers and icy lips that were so cold they kept you warm. Nobody could touch you without getting chills but you were worth chattering teeth. Anyone would’ve endured the cold if it meant getting to love you. And oh my god I loved you. But when winter lasts too long things start to die.”

— It’s summer and I miss you but at least I can feel my toes  (via extrasad)

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