deserved to be young

see you around

wornoutweather:
you took me
to a place
I never knew
the last feathers
I could pull from
your skin
we made love that night
it was a different type of love
like our crossed hearts
would never be one again
I might see you at your mum’s funeral
if not
sorry for being
that one vice
that you couldn’t handle

..because i miss the wrong people. yeah, they miss me… for all the wrong reasons

..and i assure you, the only pain greater than dying of a broken heart.. is to live with one

—gwen

if you identify yourself as a target, you become one. in your mind before their eyes