“You know, everybody told me that I was going to be okay. That it would take a little time but I’d heal. That didn’t really happen. Not really. What you are feeling right now. It doesn’t ever really go away. Not completely. It’s not like you’re going to, you know, you’re going back to be the person you were like before they left. The person’s gone. It’s more like something inside of you breaks and your body finds a way to compensate for it. Like, if you busted your right hand, you figure out how to use the left one & sure, you might resist for a while because you get pissed off but you have to learn all this stuff again that no one else does. Eventually your body takes over & it figures it out for you & you’re glad. Because if it were up to you, you’d just … look at your busted hand forever. Trying to figure out what it was like before. “
(Source: robbstarksscrunchyface, via kamidarki)
“I guess that this is over now
I guess it’s called the falling out
But everyday I’m learning how to make it through this life I’m in”
(via hoops-honeys-hiphop)
Pour me another,
So I can forget you now,
Pour me another,
So I can come let you down,
Pour me another,
So I can remember how,
True that I am to this addiction of you
no use for small talk
"I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music."
- Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami (via viage)
(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via viage)
