not killing myself is a personal achievement but you cant really brag about that at dinner parties
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Lies are like cigarettes; they’ll burn you from the inside out, they’re as solid as ash and ember, and probably have a long term damage. They’re also incredibly hard to quit.
Too restless to sleep but too tired to do anything else, grey chaos building up for nothing, to match the storm clouds outside
I woke up from a nightmare to the text in which you told me you loved me, and I realized I would never see you again
what are the murmurs from the other side of the wall? Are you talking in your sleep, or have you woken up to realize I’ve been lying to you, again. Still.
Which is better - people who can make you laugh, or people who can truly understand why you cry?
You smelled like cigarettes and sweat and sadness, and finally heartbreak had a scent
