Sleep was supposed to be my means of escape.
Dreams now make it just another form of torture.
Waking up can be difficult enough as it is. I can’t go back to relying on alcohol to try and keep my mind completely blank at night.
— Me about you. (Original)
Years pass by, and not a single day goes by in which you are irrelevant. (via insignificant-individual)
will look at your love only as a place to put
— Beau Taplin || storage. (via afadthatlastsforever)