゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜ nobody hates me more than i hate me ゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜☆ ゜・。。・゜
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly...– Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via ckgarden)
I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell...– If I Left You a Voicemail, This Would Be It (Shinji Moon)
I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that...– Abraham Verghese, Cutting for Stone (via perfect)
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child; A girl with her lover; Or a friend laughing with their best friend; I realize that even though I like being alone I don’t fancy being lonely.
guys, I’m sad so I am going to blog a whole lot right now. I apologize in advance for being so annoying omf ok sry bye.