"...now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper."
I miss laying in bed laughing with you.
I miss waiting up for you to get off work just to fall asleep.
I miss caring.
I miss having feelings other than anger and hopelessness.
I miss you.
And fuck you for tearing me apart.
American Horror Story: Coven, tarot cards (x)