#gooooood))

Bury me standing under your window With this cinderblock in hand Yeah, ‘cause no one will ever feel like this again

And if I could move, I’m sure it would only be to crawl back to you

the concept of being stuck on someone, knowing/thinking you’ll never be able to find something with someone that replicates just what that same person felt like

knowing that if you could make a move, the only ‘move’ you’d be making is to run back to them and have whatever it was you had before. because the cycle keeps repeating when you’re in love. even if yk its bad for you

Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself Know that I could crush you with my voice

self explanatory but UGH it crushes me

Stood on my roof and tried to see you Forgetting about me Hide the details, I don’t wanna know a thing

I hate the way you say my name, like it’s something secret My pen is the barrel of the gun Remind me which side you should be

ugh please. please have mercy on my heart. stop. missing that ‘special someone’, but forcing yourself to understand and comprehend that it’s over—nothing’s going to change and they’re not coming back. so you have to move on no matter how much it kills you.

feeling betrayed, like you didn’t mean a thing. being envious of the fact that they get to move on and be happy without you while you’re suffering

Wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel

cut the cameras i dont wanna play anymore

His rage grows whenever something threatens his little brother

Not afraid

He’s so ridiculously hot

I mean, the closer you are to 30 the less patronizing he is but. I think he just can’t help it.