

you could tell;
it was not from a lack of sleep,
the smoked over red eyes, opaque from moonlight, bones pointing through once layers of muscle turned to fat,
but a lack of hope and happiness, comfort and dream consolations.
“i can’t be there, that’s all you had to say to me was, you couldn’t be there, why couldn’t you say to me, you won’t be there, you could’ve warned me, you wouldn’t be here, right here”
(Source: boulevardmode, via uglytofu)




