"and the sadness hit me like a bullet in the back. I realized that my only friends at 3am were the demons inside my head and the loneliness inside my bed."
broken hearts..
Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.’
Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now (via unlively)
