I miss him so much.
The words ‘I am’ are slowly transforming into ‘I used to be’ because every year, the past tense finds a larger house inside the neighborhood of my everyday vernacular.Rudy Francisco, “Helium”
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And I beg the ones I love not to hurt themselves while my own wounds are bleeding(via depressioncastle)
