I keep trying to find the right words, the right description, for the tragic history we had. Nothing seems profound enough. No words can describe the utter pain I suffered. Actually, just saying “he screwed me over” seems to suffice.
Buddy Wakefield, Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars (via distincts)
Zen Proverb (via distincts)
You think I’m nuts for caring about you. But I think you’re nuts for not listening. I didn’t sleep next to you for warmth or sex, I slept next to you because for the first time in years I could wake up in the middle of the night in someone’s arms and not feel lonely.
You know know it will always just be me