This is not a love story, this is a story about love.

 

So after a year and 6 months it’s no longer me that you want but I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once. I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to god. I’ll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms, drop to my knees and I’m pleading. I’m trying to stop you from leaving.

Space Bound, Eminem

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste)

Olha, pra falar com franqueza, não sei. A maior parte do tempo me sinto meio debilóide. Como se tivesse a cabeça cheia de ar.

Bukowski (via acid-sweet)

(Source: narcoticismo)