We're dead, dude
»I see no changes. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself, "Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?" « Katerina Levesque Petrova.






Valentine’s day

ask-kittykat:

“Wonder how many sad, desperate people are crying alone in their bedrooms right now.”

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I miss your voice, I miss your taste. My chest feels hollow. 
Another time, another place and I can’t let go.