When I was fifteen I thought you were the most beautiful boy I would ever see.
At sixteen I was sneaking out with bottles of vodka tucked in my jacket so I could drink with you.
On the way there your friends would drive by and ask what I was doing out so late, I would smile because to me you were worth the trouble.
You would kiss me and hold me and I felt like maybe you really cared.
By seventeen we had stopped talking.
I would see you around and we would avoid eye contact.
There wasn’t even a reason- at least I didn’t think there was one.
Summer before I was eighteen I saw you working at the local theatre everything came back to me and I realized how much of my heart you had taken.
I realized you stopped talking to me too deal with your demons.
To deal with the scars on your arms, from too many needles you’d pushed in.
Eighteen and I still love you.
Say the word and I would be back with you on your couch falling asleep to cult classics.
The only boy who ever took a part of me forever-
Call my name and I’ll come home.
amina catherine, I fell in Love with a Heroin Boy (via mochamisfit)
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The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.
 Elizabeth Scott, Love You Hate You Miss You (via wanduring)
wanduringhttp://wanduring.tumblr.com/post/90798295142/the-truth-is-i-feel-beyond-sad-i-feel-emptyhttp://feellng.com/post/90253012532/the-truth-is-i-feel-beyond-sad-i-feel-empty
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I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
(160/365) by (DS)
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