The sad moment when you realize how alone you actually are. No one ever messages you first or texts you first or anything. So it gets to the point where you don’t want to put in the effort with people who don’t put in any effort for you, so you end up spending your life at home, never going anywhere.
(Source: toxiccunts)
“The kiss reinforced that connection between us, that burning sense I always had that she was made for me, and I was made for her. Surely if I could just drown myself in her, I’d never need alcohol or pills of any kind”
(Source: imivashkov)
Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.
Everyone. I mean it.
