Maybe we’ll meet again one day when you’re not so broken and I’m not so jealous. Maybe one day we’ll be right for each other and it won’t be so hard for you to love me. I really hope that one day we’ll reconnect because no one has ever caught my heart in quite the same way.
But that day isn’t today. Today, you’re too broken and I’m too pushy. Today we don’t quite work out and as much as I care for you, I can’t keep pretending that we do.
So I’m saying goodbye. But maybe one day, I won’t have to.
Letters to the next (god im going to miss you)
(Source: reality-escape-artist, via crocs-bro)
no one likes the taste of alcohol. they like the affect. the affect of having no control or memory. you forget everything. that’s what’s so great about it.
you forget. (via let-the-despair-sink-in)
i’d give anything for my heart to stop hurting
90210 (via ghettoouniversity)
I’d say I’ll drink to that, but honestly I’ll drink to just about anything.
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?
(Source: latelycravingmore, via look6out6for6yourself)