Go ahead, pass me in the halls and pretend I don’t exist; I hope every single time we make eye contact, you relive every memory we’ve ever had, and I hope it hurts.
Sad, black and white, advice blog. I follow back similar. *Trigger warning.*
the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book
This describes me so well…
it kills me when i see you talking to other people and i know its selfish to want to keep you to myself but the last thing i want is to lose you
i hate crying in front of people so if i have ever cried in front of you, yes it does kinda mean you’re important but mostly it means it was a terrible accident that i will regret forever