Never give in. Never back down.
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think. (via fu-cksadness)
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. Jean-Paul Sartre, from The Flies, in No Exit and the Flies (Alfred A. Knopf, 1947)
I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back. I miss you so much (via missinyouiskillingme)
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