There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I love someone and it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone because what if you learn you need love and then you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Loosing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This could go on forever.
Grey’s Anatomy, Meredith Grey (via elevenminutes)
Just be honest with me or stay away from me. It’s not that difficult.
Unknown (via bukowskiwascorrect)