quotemadness:

It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.

Myra McEntire

missinyouiskillingme:

And I still hope that one day I’ll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.


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