We’re not something, but we’re not nothing.
i said this to myself in my head when i was inexcusably drunk one night at a party and saw this guy (of mine?) giving his hands, his heart and his admiration to someone else. i couldn’t be mad because he wasn’t mine, but he also wasn’t hers either (via floricawild)
i know, deep down inside, that you’ll end up breaking my heart and walking away
and all I’ll do , is thank you for your time .
midnight realization ( dukh )