Andrina Liddell

They say to put the bottle down, that I’ll forget my own name before I forget yours. But the thing is, water doesn’t burn quite like whiskey.

You are my rock. 

Put your phone away, sweetheart. He won’t reply—you know that.

Whether or not they promise you the world is irrelevant, because if you are sexting with them and their girlfriend calls, they will pick up.

I don’t want this, I don’t want you. It’s too much. I need space, I need to be alone for a while. Get out. But please don’t leave. 

Grief can do strange things to people and everybody processes it in their own way.

Losing friends because of fights or misunderstandings or simply from growing apart happens to all of us. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt.

If I were drunk in a room with everyone I’ve ever loved, whose arms would I run into? It still haunts me.

Being ghosted sucks.

I like hanging out with you, is that bad? I like you. But that really doesn’t matter, does it?