breaking the rules was always better than breaking eachother’s hearts,
we broke the rules together but i broke your heart by myself
Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It’s always there, though.
We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
Straight vodka burns less than telling you what you did was okay.