I loved you harder than the storms in the south, and softer than the snow in the north. But I, I am not soft. I am skinned knees and bloodshot eyes. And it’s people like me whose bones crumble under love’s touch.
|—||broken people, e.m (via regr0wn)|
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is.
Not every suicide note looks like a suicide note!