“Where do I go when I miss you? There isn’t a marble gravestone I can bring flowers to or kneel beside on autumn afternoons that remind me of the day I met you.”— you are a ghost
I miss you so much. It physically hurts to miss you. I’m just empty
I wish everything would just end. There’s too much noise.
““We accept the love we think we deserve.””— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
(via eyes--wide-shut)
(via eyes--wide-shut)
(via eyes--wide-shut)