Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when theres plently of room at both ends…
I’ll pretend i’m in a fairytale with a handsomome prince for the rest of my life, that way i will never get hurt.
I don’t know how to smile.
But I’m still smiling.
I don’t know how to breath.
But I’m still breathing.
I don’t know how to live.
But I’m still living.
Living a lie.
Just like you were stuck in a nightmare.
Looking for something you cannot find.
Finding nothing inside your emptiness.
But you keep looking for hope, hopeless.
But don’t worry, no one can hear you.
Reblog if you would still love someone even if they had self-harm scars.
I would like to run whoever posted this over with a bus.
Heartless people this days, FUCK YOU anonymous.