I think the people we love become like pieces of us. Extensions of our hearts in a way. And when they leave or when they die, we die somehow too. We are rendered less than what we originally were. Part of our soul is permanently destroyed. Some amount of our heart and spirit is forever lost to grief and mourning, no matter how much time passes. We will always long for the sweetness, the beauty and the life that once was, even long after our tears have stopped falling.
Feel Good Ache (via feelgoodache)
More like hungry
I don’t have kik anymore, but my snapchat is alleqiance
I’m horny :|
i hate this website everyone’s hotter than me wtf