Putting on makeup is such a spiritual experience I watch myself go from a 3 to a 9 right in front of my mirror I love it

I don’t know you. The only thing I know about you is, you’re reading this. I don’t know if your happy or not; I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You’ll remember someone who broke your heart, and you’ll think to yourself, Oh yes, I remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh you’ll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again

Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via quoted-books)

One. Being with you was the first thing I’ve ever been completely sure of. I spilled my guts to you and I’m still slipping in the mess.

Two. I know that one third of the CN Tower is underground, and that sharks have four rows of teeth, and that the life expectancy of a Canadian male is 78, but I will never know why you left me. Maybe you won’t either.

Three. I remember you made me laugh so hard that I couldn’t eat my lunch. You used to say that that was your favourite memory.

Four. I cried the night you told me you’d get me a star for my birthday.

Five. I also cried on my birthday when you cancelled our plans.

Six. Tú eras mi mundo. Te amé.

Seven. I treated you like you were ground zero on 9/11, like you were the cure to the unknown disease that ravaged my body.

Eight. Your eyes are dead. They don’t look at me like they used to. They don’t look at me at all.

Nine. If having you back would kill me, I’d still do it. I’m dying anyways.

Ten. You were the last thing that made me feel alive.

Ten things I wish I got the chance to tell you (via october-tenth)