No more excuses.
I will forever reblog this
It’s sort of horrifying that we all know what they’re talking about without them really saying it.. that it’s become that much of a norm in our society that we just know.
Pack of cigarettes, I empty out.
I miss the way we talked before you went away to school.
Now all you seem to say is "Baby, how could it be you?"
Constant Headache | Joyce Manor
And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep.
You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap.