what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent
I don’t know what it was that made me love you. Or what it was that made you hate me the way you do. I remember what you said and compare it to what you did and it never made sense.
You were there and then you weren’t.
You had my heart and I had yours. You said it was love and so I stayed.
Maybe it was too much. Maybe it wasn’t enough.
But I will never forget the way you made me feel. Like I was everything. And I will never forget the way you made me feel. Like I was nothing."
— Antonio M Acre (via wordsthat-speak)