It just makes me sad because, I’ll never have a chance with you.
I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront...– Derrick Brown, Love Language (via humanclay)
please, please, please stop doing this to my feels. I don’t want to feel this, I can’t do this. I can’t go away though why, why, why.
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.– Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via audrotas)