(Source: requiemforthepast, via erraticintrovert)
I’m mad
But beneath the fiery anger
Is a bottomless pit of hurt.
I’d love to sit there and just drink my tea, listening to the rain
I’d love to have sex there and listen to the rain between moans
there are two kinds of people
(Source: shellytothebelly, via amour-de-ma-via)
Leave,
There’s no place for you here.
I’m at full capacity
And some space would be nice;
To some degree.