Only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean
Sometimes, I just miss that boy. The one who held my hand walking down the street; who’s arms I laid in and never wanted to go away. The one who I talked to for hours and told pointless stories to. The one who knew everything about me and liked me anyway. The one who knew exactly what I was saying even if I didn’t, and helped me when I had no clue what to do. The one who showed me what love was and what it was like to need someone there. The one who could only make me cry and hurt me like no other guy could. Those eyes that said everything, that sense of sarcasm that was always there; the way even he couldn’t stop from falling in love. That even though we fought constantly and couldn’t stand each other, we couldn’t leave each other’s side. Something is still there; something that never left me the day that boy broke my heart in two. Something like your first love that wasn’t ready to end. Something that makes your stomach flip at the brush of a hand or arm. Something that makes it so much harder to know that he’s not yours anymore, but hers. Something that makes you want to hide away and cry all those tears, because suddenly all of those memories come back and it almost hurts worse to know that it’s all out of control. And you just miss everything about that boy that isn’t ever coming back. Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
Eiskalt bedeutet nicht gleich arrogant. Omg merkt euch das bitte (via d-diarysx)
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Und dann sitzt man da, bricht in Tränen aus und fragt sich: Wozu das Ganze noch? Me (via verstehichnullbisgarnicht)
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When someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, that’s when it’s real. That’s when it’s worth something. (via the-taintedtruth)
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