the taste buds renew themselves every ten days to 2 weeks but its been months and i can still taste your lips. i still find your hair in the lint trap of my dryer and my ash tray still has cigarettes stained with lipstick. you love too quick and i love too hard and i forget to set the alarm because its on your side of the bed. im trying my hardest to move on and i took up painting but somehow your name flows into everything i make. i also took up drinking in hopes that i forget how to spell it
(via dumbdaisies)
