I’ve started to resort to drugs
To forget you
Alcohol no longer numbs the pain
It just makes it worse
But drugs
They make the pain less agonizing
With a puff of smoke
And a match
My thoughts of you go back to happy Me (via beaglesarecute)
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It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.

(via serenityisforever)

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my brother left his drink at taco bell and was like “where’s my baja blast?” and my sister just quietly whispers “in the baja past”

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I loved Love ‘til it resented me, and if it’s still a stranger then I love who it pretends to be. Joe Budden (via llvnos)

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