The trails on your skin spoke more to me than the reams and reams of half finished novels you’d leave lying all over the place. And every quotation that’d dribble from your mouth like a final, fatal livejournal entry.
I know
I am wrong
I am sorry.We cannot trust your friends ‘cause they were born liars.
This Is How You Spell HAHAHA, We Destroyed the Hopes and Dreams of a Generation of Faux Romantics. (via burned-gold)
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