Hast aufgehört dir Erinnerungen in den Arm zu ritzen, aber vebrennst deine Lunge weiterhin mit Alk und Kippen.
can someone please just come cuddle with me and give me a little bit of their time and hold me and sing me “I’ll follow you” and just talk to me about random stupid things that don’t even make sense and tell me that they love me and mean it? please. anyone??? :(
I miss him. All the time I miss him. It’s not waves, it’s constant. All the time.