I loved you harder than the storms in the south, and softer than the snow in the north. But I, I am not soft. I am skinned knees and bloodshot eyes. And it’s people like me whose bones crumble under love’s touch.
broken people, e.m (via regr0wn)
What I did in my youth is hundreds of times easier today. Technology breeds crime.
Frank Abagnale (via kushandwizdom)