Hell is not a fiery pit in the depths of the earth.
Hell is calling you at 4am when I’m drunk and feeling like my heart will shatter if I don’t hear your voice, only to hear the unfamiliar voice on the other end say “wrong number.”
Hell is seeing you on the streets and you looking through me like I’m just another meaningless face in your day.
Hell is putting on that sweater you left at my house only to find out it’s been too long since you left and it doesn’t smell like you anymore.
Hell is the day I tried to kiss you hello and you dodged it with the words “we need to talk”
Hell is dreaming you’re in my arms and you turn over and say “I love you.” only to wake up to an empty bed.
Hell is looking through old photographs trying to find the exact moment you stopped loving me.
Hell is every fucking day spent without you.Hell is seeing you with someone else. (via rainbowsandgreydays)
i think one of the hardest things in life is trying to get comfortable in bed when you have boobs