"I truly hope you’re doing okay, even though somedays I wish the worst for you, even though somedays I think of you as poison, I hope you’re okay. I hope you aren’t using drugs and alcohol to numb yourself, I hope you don’t hate yourself for the way you let me walk out of your life, I hope with every inch of what’s left of my aching body that you still remember me, and I hope it doesn’t hurt when you remember me, I hope like hell you think of me and smile, it doesn’t have to be a big smile just a smile, and I hope you tell yourself that what we had was something like no other, I’m sorry it didn’t work out and I’m sorry you aren’t doing okay, neither am I."
- I’m fucked and so are you (via sadandraddreams)
(via palindroman)
"Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."
- (via oceane-water)
(Source: purplebuddhaproject, via apparant)
owlmylove:
dear people with high grades, a regular fitness regime and a pleasant social life: do you still have the number of that demon you made a deal with because i’d really like to get in touch with them
(via elixxher)
feels-for-the-fictional:
satanpositive:
Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
(Source: katelizabeth, via seedy)