dont let tumblr ever make you believe that smoking is “cool” or “grunge” because there is nothing cool or grunge about lung cancer & brain disease
How much pain and how many falls until I finally learn that love fucking sucks? That I should have stayed in the darkness and shouldn’t have let someone in again? What does it fucking take me to learn that people are not to be trusted, no matter how sweet their words sound, how caring they are to…
He made me believe. He made me wanna live again. He made me give one more chance to myself and to life. And then, when I was finally gathering all the shattered pieces of myself from the ground and starting to get on my feet again, he destroyed everything that I was slowly becoming. I’ve never seen such cruelty with a broken heart.