(Source: dudesranch, via waiting-fading-and-floating-away)

(Source: hold-onforever, via functional-g)
There is not enough cigarette smoke to drown the pain. There’s never enough alcohol that can make me forget you. I can endulge in icecream all night and it still won’t make you love me again. I can’t take enough pharmaceuiticals to make me love you any less. Id be lying if I said I still don’t want you back. This rain can wash away your scent, but it can’t take away the scar you’ve left in my heart. I couldn’t hate myself any less for falling in love with you, and couldn’t love you anymore for leaving me. We weren’t meant to be, any fool could’ve shown me that. So why am I so obsessed with trying to remember you?
I always say they’re different, But that’s a lie. They always turn out the same as every other one. So I’m going to stop chasing the different ones that stand out, and just go for a generic ass girl instead. Meh never mind, I’ll just die alone. Too much work finding a generic ass lover, they don’t exist anymore.
I think it’s time for me to finally let it all go. I’ve been holding on to these pictures as if they’ll make you remember me. But truth is, I just never wanted to forget you.
You made me smile. I felt like I was needed for once. I was number one priority in someone’s life for a change, even if only for a minute. But it was all the time I needed to bask in all of its glory. And I cherish ever second of it. You picked me up when I needed most, You were there when I was the lowest, on the brink of suicide you knew and rescued me. You picked up this trampled soul, brushed the dirt off and put me in your pocket.
But I always end up with the same problem. I always end up falling harder than I ever wanted and too easily. I cherished you more than you wanted, and Loved you more than you would’ve ever loved me.
This time, It’s a little easier to forget you. Slowly i’m erasing you. And every memory is so agonizing, reliving every possible moment and feeling. The struggle to remember you seems harder than the task to erase you.
You have broken me beyond repair, and when I see another girl, I only see the evils in her ways that always points me to the thought of you. You are my demon-soul. And I no longer want to face you.
You see it’s nights like these where I wish I hadn’t met you. I wish we never were, and I never felt that happiness. The lies and deception, oh you are a great liar.
I should’ve walked away from you that night you didn’t want me. I fucking should have.
But in the end, I especially hate you for telling me you loved me, then disappearing for three days only for me to find out you left me for another.
So this is my letter to you. This is what’s left of me, and this is the remnants of my heart. And hopefully, this is the end of you.
This song has been stuck in my head for the past 4 days. Anyway, I can jam to this, because it’s the fucking shit.
— I’d walk through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you…
A Beautiful Life.
This movie was absolutely breathtaking. I was on the edge of breaking to tears. It honestly reminded me so much of my previous relationship, And it completely broke me down to the very last grit.
I wish I could become a heartless robot. Fucking done with feeling like shit, and mixed-feelings about certain people, fucking broken hearts, and shattered mindsets. I hate being a good friend only to realize no one fucking listens to what you have to say and dig a deeper hole for their hearts, and they completely disregard the fact that you are only looking out for them. I hate the fact that no one sees how broken I am, and if I had the strength, I’d tear my own heart out and bury it myself. So, I wish it were easier to become a wasted heartless fucking robot.
(Source: pleatedjeans, via maynotbeasitseems)


