”..What would I do if you weren’t here? You’re the only one that makes my life bearable… I was just trying to hurt you cause you hurt me, but the truth is you’re my only friend. If I didn’t have you I’d be lost. I don’t really care for anybody else, just you…I love you, not in like a “HEY LETS HAVE AN UNDERPANTS PARTY”…I mean I love you as one loves another person, whom one simply cannot do without. You give my life a purpose. Maybe that’s enough, because thats just about the greatest gift one friend can give another.”

Stewie To Brian (Family Guy)

it’s been ten days since i’ve slept in my room…damn.

sweethomestyle

still…

whatmarielsaid:

(via autumnfingers.)

 notebookdoodles

"Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to stop dwelling. I’m going to stop watching the phone. I’m going to stop looking for you. I’m going to move on. I’m going to meet people. I’m going to live. I’m going to forget all the nights I spent wishing you were here. I’m going to forget the times that it was just us. I’m going to forget all the times I opened myself up to let you in, to only get hurt in return. I’m going to forget how much you meant to me. Instead, I’m going to subconsciously wait. If you really want me, if you miss me, if you can’t breathe without me, you’ll know. You’ll ring. You’ll text. You’ll visit. And if you drift, if you don’t call, if there’s no texts, if there’s no visits. I’ll know. I’ll know it was never meant to be. And I will continue moving on. And I’m going to walk tall. But in between everything I will forget, I won’t forget the lesson I’ve learned. I won’t forget the feeling of loving someone and pouring your heart out to them. I won’t forget the feeling of thinking I’m loved and cared about. And I will certainly not forget the hell I was put through to learn all this, to become a better person."

sikeeeeee, ‘cause i know we are meant to be…

gotta keep trying.

(via idareyoutoclickthis)

do you even remember?

(via never-me)

(via stacymagallon)

(via icanread)

It really starts to hurt when I pretend it doesnt.

poeticheartache:

(via runawaytrain)

I don’t know how to make the hurt stop. I wish you wouldn’t.