I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
written by
Kurt Vonnegut (via endangerment)(Source: seabois, via morningnaps)
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
written by
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via ckgarden)(via blindsideddd)
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
written by
Voltaire (via c-ulo)(Source: likeafieldmouse, via cutewiener)
Someday you’ll miss her like she missed you. Someday you’ll need her like she needed you. Someday you’ll love her and she won’t love you.
written by
Frank Ocean (via legitimism)(via sexcake)