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"I watched a video of you on my phone yesterday and I had forgotten what your voice sounded like and I swear, I’ve never fucking cried so much in my life."
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"Don’t you dare
fucking call me
six months
after you left me
and tell me
you want to start over
because I’ll never
go through
what you put me
through again.
I promise you,
I’ll spit in your face
and scream
until I’ve coughed
out my lungs,
you fuck.
Stay away from me,
I mean it."
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will you?




THE GUY BEING A SPIDER IN THE BACK THOUGH


This is at least the third time I’ve reblogged this and I’m not sorry
"Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands."
Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via bl-ossomed)

(Source: awdray, via the-dopest-passion)

"

[new text message/ 3:16 am]
I just drove 16 hours. I need to see you.

[new text message/ 2:09 am]
I’m drunk and I know I told you I didn’t want this anymore. But I want it. I want you. I’m sorry.

[new text message/ 12:13 pm]
Maybe if I could kiss you one more time everything would be alright.

[new text message/ 8:07 am]
Fuck. I shouldn’t have let you go.

[new text message/ 4:02 am]
Are you up? I miss you.

[new text message/ 4:05 am]
A lot.

[new text message/ 5:16 pm]
I saw something that reminded me of you and my throat caught fire.

[new text message/ 12:22 am]
I wish you were here.

[new text message/ 3:17 am]
I need you. Please call me back.

"
9 texts I wish you’d send me even though I know I’ll probably never hear from you again (via extrasad)

(via br0kenn-angel)

"It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home."
Piper Chapman - What is love?   (via muse)

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"I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t."
"You know what I think we are most afraid of? Not knowing. Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do the things you do; not knowing the purpose. It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burned because you didn’t know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the every beginning."
"When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside."
"I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked."
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