Why don’t you have a bf? I get asked

Nobody puts up with me, I say, nobody can put up with me and my shit. But they try to, it’s why they always come back. Every. Single. Time. They come back and try again. They try and understand me, they try and love me. Because if they didn’t come back and try again, it’d kill them inside. Not knowing what could have been or not getting my love and affection that one final time. But it never stops at “that final time”, because they crave more. It’s the fact that I scare them and love them and intrigue them. That’s a dangerous combination leaving their minds and hearts thirsty for more.
But it’s dangerous for me too, they usually need another girl to realise the greatness of us and by the time they come back I’m broken with a heart shattered in a thousand pieces. I’m not the same. We’re not the same.

broken thoughts. (via preciously-divine)

ozeia:

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ozeia:

"I don’t know if this is the kind of ‘scribbly pen drawing’ you were looking for, but here ya go"

this is literally so amazing thank you so much