Nothing he did hurt me quite like the way he kissed my forehead and said he would always love me as he left me outside of that hotel. It’s like he knew I would lie here grieving every night, while he would continue on, perfectly happy without me.
You don’t know true frustration until you’ve dug several times through a pile of black clothing, in order to find a SPECIFIC article of black clothing.
#are they leggings are they cardigans where is my tank top#oH HERE IT IS no this is a bra. i forgot i had this! where is my tank top#yoga pants black jeans black sweatshirt pencil skirt cardigan cardigan cardigan WHERE IS MY TANK TOP x