When I get home I float around my whole living room.
You make it painless, like I am on Acetaminophen all the time.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via hqlines)
So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.
I should stop dwelling, asking myself “what if I did something differently? why did I do this?” because this is my life now, and she is no longer a part of it. I need to let go of the guilt and leave it alone.
That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k)