Fuck what you told me, it all leads to smoking alone in my room in the end.
And that’s when I knew I was dead.
Balance and Composure - I Tore You Apart In My Head
Reblog
Write hard and clear about what hurts.
Ernest Hemingway
It’s not about who you’ve been with, it’s about who you end up with. Sometimes the heart doesn’t know what it wants until it finds what it wants.
The Office
You were gone before it even sank in that you were here. I should have hugged you at least four more times.
xx
