Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you’ll never, ever get it out.
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way everyday. Sad.
Flat Iron: winter time (by jaclynsovern)
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word