not sure what you are doing right now but i’m losing my fucking mind over you
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex I need everything on the fucking scale.
“I wanted to say something: “I’m sorry,” or perhaps “fuck you.” I wanted to say, “I let you in and you abused that position of trust.” But no no no. I wanted to say, “kiss me please please, we can forget everything.” Or maybe, maybe I just wanted to say, “I forgive you. You’re not sorry but I still forgive you.”
“Aber 8 Monate später wirst du betrunken in irgendeinem Club stehen und merken, dass du ihn immer noch vermisst.”— aber er dich nicht.
(via vodka-traenen)