Everything’s falling to shit on the same day are you kidding I hate today.
Messed up ankle again and now I’m officially single after almost a year and a half. Fuck
I really miss having a best friend to obsess over guys with and vent to and hang out with and talk all the time.
I don’t know what it is,
but it’s so much more than that.
I get this kind of rush every time I’m near you,
like you’re electrifying the air around you.
I’m addicted to the shock
and the pain
and the adrenaline of it all,
the short thrills that seem to last a lifetime.
We’re not two halves of a whole,
we’re two wholes slammed into each other at the speed of light,
shattering into millions of jagged shards,
destroying each other.
And when we finally manage to put ourselves back together,
there’s always a few pieces that don’t fit right,
that have gone missing,
that have been stolen.
I fucking love it.
But I don’t love you. Modern Romance (via vnwritten)