that time when i didn’t need to miss the sound of you breathing, when i didn’t need to miss the warmth of your skin upon mine. but now my brain feels as grey as the sky and my thoughts are as heavy as the ocean.
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”
Six Word Story (via missinyouiskillingme)
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)