When you fuck something up first thing in the morning
I was 15 years old, laying on my bedroom floor, shaking and trying to shove my heart back into my chest after you told me you didn’t love me anymore and I’m covered in scars and there are still nights when I find myself trying to hold my bones together with bleeding hands and breathing gets hard but fuck, if I can survive you and the way you tore me apart I can survive anything.
why teenagers think we’re invincible (via extrasad
Leave bites on my neck,
So I can spend the whole day,
Still wearing your lips
Sometimes, saying “Goodbye” is like saying “Let’s stop hurting each other.”
i wanna lie on the floor and not think for a month or two.