ennuih:

You let your hand glide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.
“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 larmoyante)
rogervonbiersborn:

you make my black heart sweat


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