There’s a little door, right there in your chest
When i need some warmth, you’ll open it and lock me up ‘till im warm enough.
I can’t remember the last time i’ve been there.
So please inhale me to never exhale me, we will remember eachother till the day we die. —-
Want you come over
Play hide and seek all day untill you find me
Youknow i’d love to play but im afraid i’ll never be found— marieke jager
joram
(via theblackbook)
(Source: erreurdesuicide, via sub-human)
