The sadness will last forever.
…and if in 10 years you’re staring out the back window of a taxi at the wreckage of everywhere you’ve been, tell the driver to take you home and I’ll be what’s left
The power to bring me out of solitude — or to push me back into it — had never belonged to another person. It was mine and only mine.
I’m nice to you, I’m there when you’re sad and I love you unconditionally, but I’m not 6ft tall and I’m not a prick so I guess I’m not ‘boyfriend material’
So today me and my friends were bored sat in a park, so we collected together any paper we could find and lit a fire. Then one of my friends pulled out a live bullet from his pocket and threw it on to the fire, at which point all 6 of us ran for our lives. That’s how I spent my Saturday afternoon