What I don’t recall is why I said, “I simply can’t sleep in this tiny bed with you anymore.”

miristempus:

I’m Through - Ingrid Michaelson. Terribly heart-wrenching. Gorgeous

i know there’ll come a time again
when everything will fit right in
and i won’t have to see your face
in strangers on the street

but i would rather feel the sting
than never to have felt a thing
i’ll always know you were the one
to rip me from the ground