ccorns:

Panicky phone calls in the middle of the day, crying into the handset, looking for help when you know only you can fix this. Days when bad news upon bad news upon more bad news trips over itself to find you and hit you full force in the gut. You hear the pain on the other end, you whisper carefully, you know I love you don’t you? You know I love you? Words like that destroy all the defences I have, I crumble and you know I cannot keep this up. Did you ever think you would be in a situation this hard, this desperate? what are the mathematical chances of so many horrid things happening in twelve months? Is this the dream? Is this what we have worked for, striven for, for years? Did you ever think you would ever be in a situation this hard this impossible, with no possible cure, no end? There is but one reason to stay afloat, to keep your head above the water, not to dissapear into wildernesses and never return, not to hit the bottoms of bottles, not drive fast bleary eyed in search of comforting solidity… You know i love you don’t you? You know I love you? Its the ends of ends of eras. 


*…if you haven’t, you have to check this band out. Oh so good!*