Going in to town on a school night oh my god I feel so ruthless
Anonymous asked: you should make sure he knows that
I’ve tried thank you but it’s really none of your business
I’m single again and even though it was my choice my heart is aching.
"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."
written by Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via thenocturnals)
written by Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via thenocturnals)
