ǝsıʍ sʎɐʍlɐ ʇou ǝɹɐ ǝldoǝd ʎɹɓuɐ

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Oh, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street

Red lights

Stop signs

I still see your face

In the white cars

Front yards

Can't drive past the places

We used to

Go to

'Cause I still fucking love you, babe

your life can look so different, so much better, in just a few months. keep going.

So many times I have died alone in my room

i wonder if i will still use tumblr in 5 years

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself, I am large — I contain multitudes.” - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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MILK AND HONEY.

Možda sam ‘staromodna’, ali mi je za sreću potrebna dobra knjiga, zagrljaj i duuuug razgovor s nekim s kim se razumijem. -nocna-tama

—lana del rey, young and beautiful