"I thought you came to kiss my lips,
but you brought your shovel and your tarp. The voice that once became the light unto my dark, soon became your tool to break my heart."
Parts of me are doing so well;
other parts are barely doing.
If they don’t need you, it’s okay, you do not live for other people.
you know those people that can literally carry on a conversation with anyone are amazing like wow how do you do that
I’m sorry that I
still love you. I was never
good at letting go.
sorry i cant hang out with u today i have to catch up on my crying
What if prisons let prisoners take their own mug shots?
please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because i can’t nap with you
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.