I destroy myself repeatedly, without remorse.
That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.
|—||Haruki Murakami (via grieving-corner)|
I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
|—||The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via grieving-corner)|
when you left you took almost everything