“But He Wasn’t Written For Her And No Matter How Hard She Tried She Couldn’t Rewrite The Story.”

i’m the problem. i’m draining to be around. i turn everything good into something toxic. i can’t stop myself from ruining everything, no matter how hard i try. i’m the only one to blame. i’m poison to everyone around me, i destroy everything i touch

depending your entire mood on another person is absolutely pathetic and i hate that i’m like this

don’t break my heart you live there

“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.

I crave intimacy... but I don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.

“I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.”

— Shannon Stacey, All He Ever Needed (via thebrokenquotes)