(via veinings)
(Source: weheartit.com, via rottingsoul)
(via moonstned)
Bullshit you fucking miss me. There, I said it. I guess I’ll talk to you in a few months. Sitting drunk on the sidewalk, I guess I’ll get up. I guess I’ll go for a walk. Press my shoes against the pavement. I swear this has got to be the hundredth time I’ve thought of you tonight. You weren’t the only one who thought of us that way. I spend most nights awake, wide awake. I never thought that I, oh, I would see the day where I’d just let you go, let you walk away…
(via killadelphia)
