Teken ik een indiaan, is die weg wanneer ik hem wil opslaan.
September 2011
91 posts
Thinking of turning this blog into just my personal blog since I’ve been slacking on reblogging black and white. What do you guys think?
I never do text post, but this bugs the hell out of me and I need a vent.
“She’s all laid up in her bed with a broken heart, while Im drinking Jack all alone in my local bar.”
- The script For the first time.
Some songs hit you like a truck going 200 mph. They remind you of how it was, how it is and how it hopefully will not be.
I was full of regret when I heard this. Sitting in a bar at Bloor st, Toronto on my own after just dumping a girl that I, in my heart, loved. It’s a memory that I will most likely not forget for quite som time.
I still miss what I lost that day. She still seems a perfect fit for me. Her mind and heart, however, changed forever. Leaving only memories behind. Those were the days I triumphed in that game they now call love, but all I could feel then was fear and a dark, cold night.
