While I have an Epsom salt bath. Came to mum and dads to calm my heart instantly. I love them to shreds.
I hate the night. I used to love it. Now I’m scared of it.
"The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing."- Charles Bukowski (via iamyourmannequin)
Home. Alone. Missing him. Dumb.
No matter all the bullshit I’ve been through, I know who I am and what I want. Nights like this just remind me of that.