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Missing you.

I wanted to see you one last time. I think deep down I knew it was over but I wanted to make sure. I didn’t want to wonder the rest of my life. I didn’t want to go on not knowing. Seeing you made me realize I’m not over you. I don’t think I ever will be. I can live without you but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you with everything in me. And at the same time, I despise every ounce of your being. Something tells me we’ll meet again dear. I know we will.

bellatrixsbitch:

There’s an old proverb that says you can’t choose your family. You take what fate hands you. And like them or not, love them or not, understand them or not, you cope. Then there’s the school of thought that says the family you’re born into is simply a starting point. They feed you, clothe you, and take care of you until you’re ready to go out into the world. There you find your own tribe.

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