Thin/sad blog
"I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer"
- I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)
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"Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?" - cafai (via fhume)
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