There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.
Nobody knows what you feel inside unless you tell them.
I fucked myself up getting attached to you.
I’m Sorry I Was Never Good Enough For You…
When you lose the love of your life, it doesn’t matter if you’re 13, 39 or 80. It’s going to hurt for the rest of your life.
(via written-on-polaroids)
Deleting this tumblr. If you’d like to follow me on a different blog, send me a message and I’ll link you to the url
When i say, “i miss you”,
I really do mean it. I’m not the type of person to only say those 3 words when i need something from you. If I tell you that I miss you, it means that you mean a lot to me. Not only does it mean that you have positively impacted my life, but it also means that i want you to stay. I know people come and go, and that’s life, but I’m going to be honest, I want you to stay in my life.
Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
