My hands feel so broken whenever you’re out of reach. And I know that I won’t be seeing you anytime soon, if at all. So while I let this sharp pain travel through the nerves of my arms and into my chest, I can only hope that you’re sleeping peacefully on someone else’s.
Godspeed (via va-jayjay)

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In the dark of the night I can hear you calling my name. With the hardest of hearts, I still feel full of pain. So I drink and I smoke and I ask you if your ever around, even though it was me who drove us right into the ground. See the time we shared it was precious to me. But all the while I was dreaming of revelry. Gonna run baby run like a stream down a mountainside. With the wind in my back I wont ever even bat an eye. Just know it was you all along that had a hold of my heart. But the demon in me was a best friend from the start.



And that’s when you no it’s over, when memories becomes the most important thing you cherish. When you start deleting pictures, messages, and numbers. Staring at your ceiling becomes a nightly routine because you can’t fall asleep and getting out of bed is the hardest. You do anything not to feel anymore, not to feel empty. You want to feel like you have a purpose. You do anything to get away from your mind before it eats you alive. You do anything to just feel something. Finding the courage to keep going on in life. You’re either everything to me or nothing at all.

#goodbyefriend




I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abe




What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke




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Is it right to sit and watch this die?
We’re slowly letting go
Like its better left alone









Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
William Goldman (via observando)






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