Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
and you know you were their armour and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her.
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you? And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain? ɫϔ
Siamo solo bimbi che giocano a fare i grandi.

extrovhert:

sorry im poor i cant afford to pay attention

bonus:

reasons why i stop replying: 

  1. i’m busy
  2. you’re boring
  3. i’m mad
  4. you replied with one word
  5. you asked for a pic

bellaisbadatmath:

fleurlungs:

“Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.”

— Matty Healy (The 1975)

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