"I sat half-dressed on his bed, as he laid on the floor body shaking from withdrawal. He wasn’t addicted to pills, what you find in little baggies, or booze. No; he was addicted to me. He’d whispered in my ear once, professing his love, and my body coiled up like a cobra. My teeth began to leak venom, and my mind turned dark. He made one wrong move, and I sunk my poison into his veins. He mainlined me straight to his heart. He’s addicted to me now, but I’m leaving him tonight." - There’s something satisfying in being the girl boys are warned about (via i-slandofmisfittoys)


you have to break down before you can build yourself up