Patron Saint of Lost Causes

I am what i am. Regrets and Mistakes they are memories made.
Music is the only thing that makes sense to me anymore.
How we survive is what makes us who we are.
I am not afraid to keep on living.

Sometimes I miss you

And no matter how much of a cunt you were I want to see you again. Talk to you. Chase a bowl with a cigarette on the back dock like we used to.
But then I remember how much I loved you. And how I tried harder than anyone in your life ever has. Offered you more than the abuse you’ve always known And all you could do was run away.
And I realize once again for what feels like the thousandth time that I did everything I could and it still wasn’t enough. And that no matter how much I love(d) you and no matter how happy I was with you in my life, I’m going to be much happier without you.
I only hope that you can find someone to give you the happiness you gave me.
Goodbye little vampire girl.

sinandserotonin:

I need you
and a cigarette

the difference being
I have a pack of cigarettes
in the front pocket of my jacket

but I don’t have you
coiled up in my lungs—

if I could, I’d rather have
you in my jacket and
the cigarettes far away.

(via ems-highagain)

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

—Haruki Murakami  (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)

(Source: venebelle, via satansbuttcrack)