I’ll grab a couple boxes and come over..we can curl up in your blankets and talk through all of it and you can hold me and I can understand. You can’t just pop up then disappear again..but I don’t know what else I expect from you at this point.
I don’t know what I could possibly expect at this point.. I don’t know what I would do faced with any sort of decision.. I’m quit obviously weak; particularly when it comes to you. I don’t know what it is about you or us.. I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know.. gah fuck..
"I am still drinking about you"
— six word story (via aimerlune)
(Source: sh-ocking, via 818-polo)
"so whats the point in getting your hopes up, when all you’re ever getting is choked up, when you’re coked up and can’t remember the reason why you broke up. You call her in the morning, when you’re coming down and falling like an old man on the side of the road."
"But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both."
— Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via saputnik)
(Source: larmoyante, via mindlesskids)