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Please don't fall out of love with me. There are not enough words in any language to define or explain my love for you. I am crazy for you. And i will always feel this way no matter what.
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I knew I was getting bad again when I saw myself falling back into my old habits
Things I will never say (via spontanieus)
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I think when you鈥檙e 16 you don鈥檛 expect it to hurt as much as it does
but what the fuck would you know about love till it slams into your chest and knocks the wind out of your lungs
so you fall in love
and he leaves
and you stop washing your hair
and your skin is bruised with the creases in your sheets
and your mother wants to yell at you but your blank stare just makes her eyes tear up and you鈥檙e not supposed to see your mother cry
and you鈥檒l probably try destroying yourself because that鈥檚 what you do when you鈥檙e 16
so you鈥檒l pull apart razors and hide them someplace your parents can find them but they never do
and you鈥檒l start smoking even though it makes you cough so hard you throw up and you can鈥檛 stand the burning in your throat
and you鈥檒l run away without ever leaving your bedroom
and maybe you鈥檒l kiss too many boys who mean nothing but mean all too much and they will all look a little like him or nothing at all
and you let him fuck you up
and you leave him drunk voicemails and you haven鈥檛 cried in 23 days even though you鈥檙e always crying
and you promise you will never love anything again because it hurts more than they warned
no one told you that this was love
and maybe it鈥檚 not love
maybe it鈥檚 more
maybe it鈥檚 something from another world
maybe it鈥檚 just your bones breaking again
either way it fucking burns
and now you鈥檙e older
and you know to expect to come out the other side missing a few pieces of yourself
but sometimes you get caught up and you forgot that it鈥檚 supposed to hurt
because it鈥檚 not supposed to fucking hurt
and you blink and you鈥檙e bleeding again
and it鈥檚 like you鈥檙e 16 all over again
trying to rip yourself to shreds while you try to pick up all the pieces of yourself
everyone thinks you鈥檙e mysterious because your mouth is sewn shut with the sudden death of past loves but you鈥檙e just so fucking quiet because they鈥檝e taken so much out of you, you can hardly open your eyes, forget about your mouth,
and I guess the worst part about love dying out is that you don鈥檛 die with it,
you just attend the funeral and visit the grave every time you鈥檙e drunk. you鈥檙e always so goddamn drunk.
how it happens聽 (via extrasad)
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