Fuckkkkkkkkk why why why can’t I get you out of my head. You make me feel real and wanted and that being me isn’t so bad.

It took three years to get over you. I see you for three hours and you’re clogging my mind again. It’s been EIGHT years. I don’t know you anymore. Who are you and how can I get some more?

fy-perspectives:

When was the last time anyone ever told you how important you are?

Maya Angelou 

(via thetowndrugdealer)

You smile a lot, I really love your smile.