It’s nice when my Tumblr friends take care of me & look out for me & ask if I’m okay now & again. I LOVE YOU GUYS! :) <3 Mwah!
When something breaks it does, by definition, hold the potential to be fixed. My heart is not broken. Broken would imply healing. My heart is dead. It is no longer beating. It is simply wasting space in a body, that doesn’t even feel like my own anymore. It is simply getting in the way, muffling my screams as they come from my chest cavity. My heart is dead. j.h. It only took seven boys (via suchhsweettnothingg)