If there was a way to get you the fuck outta my head, I probably would. Everything gets so messy when I can never figure out what I want. I’m always just way too frightened to say it. Lovemehugmeholdme. I fall in love with new things every day, but I will never fall in love with you. I always fuck up things I love. I can never let them go, but I always feel suffocated. Maybe this year, it’d be different.
“Girls aren’t beautiful, they’re pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else.”—Henry Rollins (via hockeyteeth)