I’m a fucking mess but you knew that anyway from the moment you looked at me you knew i was full of sorry’s and lonely nights i told you i was like a hurricane and i ruin everything i touch you said it was okay because you were a fucking hurricane too but when you found me on my bathroom floor not once, not twice, not three times but the fifth time with blood stained knuckles and empty eyes you didn’t know what to do because i was broken and you were trying but no matter how many times you picked me up off of that cold tiled floor i was always finding my way back
A.M// and you got tired of that (via tullipsink)









