February 2012
“She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via exhalait)
I miss having someone to talk to everyday.
ohhshititsemily:
Waking up and getting cute text messages from your lover and how you would talk throughout the day and not get bored talking to them. Hearing that person say I love you and them calling you cute little nicknames, and falling asleep on the phone or falling asleep texting them with a smile on your face. I miss it.
You're too young to be this fucked up.
It gets to you and changes you, after being put through so much bullshit you stop believing, you stop trusting, you stop caring, and you start shutting people out, become even more closed off than before. It seems okay at first, the thought of not getting hurt anymore for the simple fact that you just don’t care for things as much as you used to or that you won’t get back stabbed...
