Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.
The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt
Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.
… and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything …
I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.
u kno ur in deep when u love listening to them talk and u get attached to their voice
one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone
maybe i should send you a bill for all my time you wasted
One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.