I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enoughby Clementine Von Radics (via crucigera)
I want to throw up
I want to make out with you
I want to slam my head into the pavement
You don’t understand. I don’t want to go back if you’re not there.
But you don’t want to go back.
And I respect that.
And I’d never want to force you to come back. Never.
But I don’t want to be there if you’re not.