Do you think a heart breaks in two when it breaks? Or does it shatter into a million fragments and you bleed more when you try to put it back together.
"One time, I took more pills than I can remember and accepted I’d be dead within the hour. Don’t ever call me weak."
-Michael Lee, Waking Up Naked (via goldenspine)
If you could see me crying tonight over you what would do differently my love? I’m so scared of the answer being, nothing.