Comparisons are easily done, once you’ve had a taste of perfection
7/1/12 @ 1:03pm • 0 ♥
No matter how many parties I go to, no matter how much alcohol I drink, drugs I do, dates I go on, boys I date/kiss/have sex with, clothes I buy, places I go, music I listen to. I still go home to an empty, cold bed - wishing you didn’t fucking hate me now, wishing I could just be held one last time and watch you play your guitar.
