You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.
Miles Walser, “A Sonnet of Invented Memories” (via illusionsvk)
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
Unknown (via felicefawn)