lololol why can’t someone I actually want to say these things, be the one saying them? Ex boyfriend stalking has started once again. Was 2 years ago, get over it.
lololol why can’t someone I actually want to say these things, be the one saying them? Ex boyfriend stalking has started once again. Was 2 years ago, get over it.
and this is why the sky never ends,
and valentines flowers last only a week
before rotting andwhy we step in puddles
with new shoes on and why
the only memories we can rememberare the ones that make us sick
inside, and why so many people fuck,
but never love, and this is why
late at night, beneath the covers
as the light bulbs cool off, i feel nothing
in my soul expect the ceiling fan.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
Taken with instagram
I distance myself for a reason. I just don’t know what that reason is yet. I feel the need to fear, but have no valid, original argument as to why. I hold my emotions in right now instead of letting them flourish. But I’m beginning to think I’m all WRONG.
My favorite feeling in the world is right after a fresh shower, skin so soft, hair wet, sweet smell, completely relaxed. Forgetting about clothes, crawling into bed and immediately cuddling up in the blankets. I miss having someone to kiss my back in this moment of bliss.
I’m lame and sitting at home playing draw something after my shower instead of getting love. COULD have had an awesome night. Fuuuuuuck myself for screwing that one.
I’m the girl wearing red lip stick in the corner smoking a 100, wearing a jean jacket, and drinking a Guinness. Don’t bother talking to me. You’re not worth my time.
Everyone knows what went down, because the news was spread all over town. And fact is only what you believe. And fact and fiction work as a team. It’s almost always fiction in the end. The content begins to bend. When context is never the same. And its all relative, even if we don’t understand. And its all understood, especially when we don’t understand. And its all just because, even if we don’t understand.
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care about everything you care about.
I’m attractive, I know. But the person that matters, doesn’t see. So…. I matter no more.
Who are we kidding, we’re not for each other. So I drank and danced my constant thought of you away. And I smiled and laughed and forgot about you until this very moment. Until this very now…