"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless. and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone. and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home."

Clementine von Radics (via ancientmind)

(Source: clementinevonradics, via boldpunch)

"A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey"

Unknown (via jasfuckinq)

(Source: esssence, via chuidianingers)


mom? yeah hey its me. i just called to—what? yeah i’m doing fine thanks. listen i was playing call of duty and this kid said some really shocking things about you and i just had to confirm that they weren’t true

(via thefuuuucomics)

"I gave up smoking and drinking the night you told me it bothered you and I never wanted to because being sober was better as long as I had you by my side but since the day you left me I picked up my bad habits again and stay up crying wondering where you are to stop me from destroying myself"

I’m drunk and you’re not here anymore. (via sei-glucklich)

(via badtexter)