I think there’s this life joke going on that I’m just catching on to where everyone I love and care about is actually wicked mean to me and treats me like shit. Idk and thinks I’m shitty or something because it always happens and I just let myself get walked all over idk

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights (via feellng)