cry me a lake by justin timberriver

I wanted to cry and break your nose. I wanted to run out those doors and never come back. But instead I smiled and said “It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt. Don’t worry about me.” And you believed it really was okay.
f.v. (via lie-to-me-again-babe)
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
e.s. (via thenocturnals)

(Source: selectables)

I wish I could illegally download clothes.



At some point in time, I stopped believing in myself.