Perhaps the fact
that I chased a boy
who ripped me to shreds
says a lot more
than it did about him.
— Lessons Learned (via hardcore)
I’m stumbling home drunk at 4AM after you told me you didn’t love me anymore and fuck it hurts it hurts it hurts. The thought of your arms around someone else’s waist is enough to make me want to keep drinking until I forget everything. “I love you!” I scream to the empty night “why don’t you love me?
— How the fuck do I stop loving you. (via jessielou24)