mossyribs
And I think, I’ll always love you. I’ll always look at you like the only lone star in the inked sky, the one that sheds light for me to fix myself. I am in pieces when you came into my life, and I am still in pieces when you left. You gave me a part of you, and Christ, trust me when I say this, you’re still living inside of me.
a.s., the cycle of loving the same person who destroyed you (via mossyribs)