“It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.”Scandal (via rauchwolken)
I’ll trace my fingers around your throat, and cover your bloody mouth with my cold, bare hands.
I’ll dig us a grave deep enough for two.
You already told me you were dead inside.
There’s a part of me that’s been lost, I’ve tried to find it in all the wrong places.
But soon, with every dig, and every shovel of dirt I rip out of the earth, more parts of me will fall into the ground.
I’ll find myself when I’m 6 feet under, I deserve this more than anything.