mary. 24. simultaneously trying to grow up and never grow up. and failing at both.
I am little divided. Do I stay or run away and leave it all behind?
It’s times like these you learn to live again
what i don’t recall is why i said ‘i simply can’t sleep in this tiny bed with you anymore’
I read with every broken heart we should become more adventurous
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay
No one is ever gonna love you more than I do
Do you feel a certain sense of synergy between yourself and me? A kind of macabre and somber Wonder Twin type of harmony?