We’re all dying inside, some way or another. Even if you’re too proud to admit it, someday it’s going to hit you, after so much repression into your mind of how you truly feel. Love, it’s always the hurt we feel. Love is what tears us apart, nothing else. The love for friends, for family, for that special person. It’s an all-consuming monster. Sure it’s beautiful at first, but in the end it’s...
eveningwreckage asked: I love you. I hope you have a good day today.
I have something to tell you. I’m a twat, I don’t know why I’m like this, maybe I can change. I can change. You’re the only one. The truth is, the truth is I love you.
No other love..Mama I’m flying..I can go, I can go anywhere..No other love..Could take me there.