It’s these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything.

We’re responsible. I’M responsible.

I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth.

Words like love, that don’t mean anything.

Sorry, I’m sorry, I um, I quit. There’s enough bullshit in the world without my help.

(500) Days of Summer (via liamslemonade)

i miss you so fucking much. i try not to, but some days it’s so hard. i miss making you laugh, making you smile, and thinking we could have been something. my heart aches with every beat because i now know that i wasn’t enough for you, even though i gave you my everything you still threw it to the side. i loved you with every fiber of my being and now i’m left alone in the dark with my thoughts and my loneliness.