You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up, and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line, you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, and you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time.
― (via schizophrenic)
(Source: thelovewhisperer)
I liked alcohol because I found it made my social inadequacy retreat. I could communicate better, it made my brain smile.
― Graham Coxon, Big Issue Scotland (via raspberrying)
(Source: fireyoursinger)
My brother is so cute. We have mice in our house so my dad had him set up traps and every time they catch one he tells me to close my eyes so I don’t see the dead mouse when he walks by to put it outside…
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