I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
— Unknown (via notquitepocahontas)
as soon as someone walks away, i’m miserable. i hate being a fucking human being and needing to be attached to people. i can’t wait to be alone forever.
Bad decisions on a Tuesday night.