What if everything’s just the way that it will be? Could it be that I am meant to cause you all this grief? My warships’ are lying off the coast of your delicate heart and my aim is set in true, as it’s been right from the start
—City and Colour (via diagnosedprescribed)
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.