happened to me twice today.
PEOPLE THAT HOLD THE DOOR FOR YOU WHEN THEY’RE LIKE 20 FEET AHEAD OF YOU. YEAH, ITS A NICE GESTURE BUT NOW I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO RUN SO YOU DON’T STAND THERE FOREVER. GESTURE HAS BACKFIRED AND NOW I HATE YOU. (via dearworldwtf)
Weeks after I still see his face Plastered on The village prostitute, Idiot, Husband, Lover. He was all of these to me And none at the same time. But now he just haunts Lurking in all the familiar places. I went to the wreckage today Where it all began And cut out a Piece of my heart. Because sacrifice was The name of the game. I ran head first into a priest. It’s time. It is...