She loves Black Sabbath and claims a little Lou Reed never hurt anybody.
Every summer we would blast The Velvet Underground and have a bonfire and get high.
When she left me over the winter I stored everything away from myself that reminded me of her gorgeous face.
I hid some of my favorite albums and I haven’t listened to Babe I’m Gonna leave You by Led Zeppelin in two years.
I was cleaning out my closet and I found her Guns N Roses shirt.
It still smelled like her and her face has not left my mind since I’ve seen her last.
I remember the day she went away, she was crying in my arms and David Bowie was playing.
I told her to let go.
I told her I loved her.
Every Thursday I drive and go get her favorite flowers, sunflowers.
I miss her red lips and gaudy eyeliner.
I miss her love for art.
I miss her platinum blonde hair.
I miss holding her waist and I miss kissing her.
I kept all of her rings and her eyeglasses and sometimes I spray her perfume all around.
I kept her journal but I can’t look inside.
I kept all of her paintings, they’re so beautiful. She never thought so. If only I could have kept her. (One)

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someone fucking shoot me so I don’t have to feel like this anymore

1 week ago // 2 notes
There was actually nothing beautiful or poetic about it. You shattered my fucking heart. (via these-greatexpectations)

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