|—||the difference between fucking and making love (via 5ft1)|
Have you ever just felt your heart fucking tear apart inside you? Knowing you’re the reason things fell apart. You want to make everything okay but you know it probably won’t happen. You want to be the reason she’s waking up with a smile and going to sleep with one too. You realize you can’t because you’re who messed things up. Knowing she puts you before herself every time but you being the selfish asshole can’t do the same fucking shit for the girl you fell in love with? You leave yourself with these questions like “why are you so selfish?” Or thoughts that just sit in your head and slowly destroy you. You can only think so much before you realize that you need to smarten the fuck up and be the only thing she’ll need.
Entrance to a shopping mall I found the other night