extratemporality

youbroketheinternet:

I hope this is Paris

(via nickelcobalt)

At nights, there are moments between the silence of our hours where you leave me speechless, on my back, overcome with the adrenaline surging through the vessels you plunge yourself into - the labyrinth within me, as an avalanche of sensation overwhelms my words and I gasp and grapple for a sense of normalcy and find that the continents between us offer a loss of hope and dissatisfaction amongst my wry dreams of actually being too busy in your arms.