Lonely Beds Different Cities

I am in love with a rose, but I am nothing but a dandelion.
I will never love again
at least, not in the same way
I loved you.
- R.R.  (via cinnabeun)

(via toxic-w0nder)

I guess I’m not as strong as I thought I was.

(via inside-wounds-dont-heal)

My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
- (via suspend)

(via wondurs)

Just once, please choose me first.
- Six Word Story, May 20, 2014 (191/365)

(via inside-wounds-dont-heal)