It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.
— 2am thoughts (via fluro)
If you show me you don’t give a fuck, I’ll show you that I’m better at it
We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.
I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you.
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
You brave, brave thing.
One day, you’re going to
stop leaving the door open
for people who only know how
to keep leaving.
You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
God probably made you and said ‘Yes. She’s what I meant to do.’