I’ll never be able to replicate those moments with anyone, nor will I be able to have moments that top the ones we’ve had. Fuck it, I’ll just have another cigarette. Anonymous (via empty-thoughts-)
It all just seems so fake, this idea that good things come to good people and there’s magic in the world and the meek and ritious will inherit it. There’s too many good people who suffer for something like that to be true, too many prayers that are left unanswered. Everyday we ignore how completely broken this world is, and we tell ourselves it is all going to be okay. “You’re going to be okay” but it’s not okay, and once you know that, there’s no going back. There’s no magic in the world, at least not today there isn’t.