“If I had a drink for every fuck I give I’d be one sober mother fucker, but if I had a drink for every fuck I gave about him, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.”

 

I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have.

Tegan Quin  (via unmaiden)

(Source: durianseeds)

golddskies:

i would literally be such a good girlfriend. like i would stradle your lap and make out with you for hours and you dont even have to ask

Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

Ernest Hemingway, A Way You’ll Never Be (via skeletales)

(Source: larmoyante)

He bent his head to mine and kissed the sense out of me. If you’d asked me my name, I’d have told you wrong.

Fisher Amelie (via but-first-wine)

(Source: petrichour)

I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.

Matty Healy (via ehtes)

(Source: fallingforthematty)