February 2012
Okay.
So, when everything comes to being this perfect little life in this perfect little way just like all of my perfect little dreams, I can’t help but feel this perfect little bubble of happiness. And I shall live in that perfect little bubble with my perfect little girlfriend and my perfect little best friend and all of my perfect little assets that I have perfectly fallen into.
END
will she remember me fifty years later?
i wished i could save her in some sort of time machine
know all your enemies
we know who our enemies are
Oopz
I wonder if you sarcastically liked my changed relationship status because you realized that I just pulled a dick move on you.
I wonder if you get that our relationship was fucking bullshit anyway, and it never really counted as a real relationship.
I wonder if you’ll slap me when you see me, or if you’ll just be cool with it because you never really liked me anyway.
God, I’m...
Den of Thieves: sometimes →
cjfucking-sewers:
you forget what it’s like to tie your shoes, and you forget the gratification that came along with it when you first learned how. sometimes you forget the softness of her skin and the amount of force behind her kiss. sometimes you forget there was anyone before her at all.
And sometimes we speak with certainty when we’re clearly in the dark, defense mechanisms we’ve turned...
Make War- Bright Eyes
I mean every word of it towards you.
And after this message self-destructs, I’ll refrain from sending anymore. Because this is the end, this story is old but it goes on and on until we disappear. I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. I need you like I need water in my lungs.
