I’ve been longing for someone
someone to call my own
the one i have til the break of dawn
Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights. (via author-jpk)
how dare you not notice me while i ignore you
Jay Gatsby (Leo)
acne is so rude like hi bitch i didn’t ask you to invade my skin thanks though for being a piece of shit
Still there…still there…still there…gone.
How can you just walk away like that? You walked away and you left: the relationship, the memories, and me. You walked away after we fought so hard to get where we’re at. Now we’re completely nothing and it hurts. But what hurts the most is how you made it look so easy.