Just fucking heartbroken.
Traded one liar for another.
You’re Crying Yourself To Sleep Again How Could They Do This To You It’s All Over Your Face Tonight It’s Just A Matter Of Time Cry Yourself To Sleep Again You Give It All Away Maybe This ls The Way It Ends Tonight We All Cry Alone The Past ls Your Only Friend Maybe Your Life ls Only A Dream
snoring, beautiful girlfriend. trip-hop station streaming from the bedroom tv. naked with no boundaries. my life is where it should be.
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is,it...– Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via freesalad)
aaaaaaaaand it happened. :] [subscript]
30% of this table understand portlandia jokes. 1% of this table says “it is what it is, let it die”; the other 9% of this particular 10% feel as if I could say something so perfect it could make sense of everything pre-momentary and I could smile the same way I used to. …damn you, 1%
internalize. [100%] allesklar
there were two… …and then there were none. I’m okay with this. okay without this. okay in general. happily apathetic.