Funny How A Melody, Sounds Like A Memory.

I just want to talk to you….

Fact.

Fact.

Reblog if your inbox is lonely and needs anons

goingbeyondmylimits:

shepeesrainbowsandsunshinee:

Always but no one ever fills it

Anon option is not on but fill it anyway

so-personal:

everything personal

so-personal:

everything personal

Call it intuition, or call it crazy, just thought by now I’d be pushing up daisies, but I’ll gladly stick around if we’re together.

Fake people don’t surprise me anymore, loyal people do.
Unknown   (via phuckindope)
Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
(via bl-ossomed)

4insley:

The older I get the more this resonates with me