"I missed him like madness. I missed him so I lay in bed every night and cried for an hour. I missed him so that food had no taste and art had no beauty and life had no meaning."
— Annabel Joseph, Mercy (via simply-quotes)
Sometimes I think you love me. Sometimes I think you like me. Other times, I think I’m nobody to you. Yeah, this sucks.
(Source: unheat, via partyprophecy)