One year
Since i moved to Brooklyn. I don’t hate it so much anymore, I guess.
Since i moved to Brooklyn. I don’t hate it so much anymore, I guess.
I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague.
(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)
your skin got thicker - that’s why the muscles around your mouth hurt more when you tried to smile at those who dragged their words across your chest and left open wounds. the funny thing about healing is that you can wait forever to forgive and it might still feel too soon.
If you show me you don’t give a shit, I’ll show you I’m better at it. Even if it kills me.
(via sempiternalink)