Fuck yeah, we can live like this..

acheshirecat:

fire-and-dreams:breathinginreverse:(via murderandamenthol, breathingnewoxygen)

 She began to cry, the deep ugly kind, the kind you lose yourself in; as she thanks God that nobody has to see how rubbed and blotched her face becomes. Though, some detached part of her wishes there was someone here to see, to see and understand how sad she is at heart. But they don’t see it, and of course, she would never show them.