
I can now fully see. You see, I had eyes but I had no sight. Not with you here making everything appear as a blur. How was I supposed to focus on anything, when I thought you were my everything? I hope that now I can go back to how I was, before you set your place in my life. Every part of me wants to cling on to that little strand of hope of you and me. But I know for a fact that it will never happen. Quite frankly, I deserve better. After all, you blinded me for two years.

Vintage Fashion (by Lee Sutton)

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Seriously what is it? At one point everyone has lied to you, hurt you, forgot you, mistreated you. Does it even exist? Sometimes I think that it’s just some theoretical concept that people have created to make themselves feel better about the pain. Come to think of it, I don’t even think that true forms of trust even exists. Heck, I can’t even trust myself sometimes.

Oh dear god they are beautiful.