Second time in a year someone has handed my heart back to me in fucking pieces. I’m so used to being disappointed, at this point I should just make it a hobby of mine. I knew this was going to happen, and I always fucking do things that I shouldn’t. I need to drop off the face of the earth now.

Do not be so sweet
That people will eat you up.

Nor so bitter that
They will spit you out.

- Pashto Folk Saying (via cerres)

(via catwithoutaname)

Drake wouldn’t treat me like this

(via catwithoutaname)

the “text me when you get home so i know you’re safe” kind of people are the kind of people i wanna be around

This is me

(Source: meloetta, via 416er)

Sometimes when strangers talk to me I really don’t mind, if we were all stranded on this planet after an apocalypse I wouldn’t mind being left behind with such genuine individuals such as yourselves. And then I realized occasionally my faith in humanity is restored.