"Fear me dear, for I am death"

Andrew | 21 | Sydney

It hurts. It still hurts. And I’m starting to think it’ll always hurt; that it’ll always feel like this. Like a hole gnawing its way through my heart, my entire being. The hole that keeps getting bigger and bigger and there’s no way to stitch it up. I can only feel the pain and nothing else.

tomkirk:

my life is just a collection of poorly made decisions with alternative music playing in the background

(via cringing)