last post of the night, Dear Time, I will never ever abide by you again. Goodbye.
I'm going to start pretending better.
My favourite thing I think I have ever written
still, it’s nothing special. But yeah. Pretty vulnerable feeling putting this out there. February 1st 2011 I’m sorry Sunny, but there will be no purchases. No excited phone calls. No “call me as soon as you land”s. No frenzied packing. No suitcases. No long drives. No wandering to the terminal. No waiting around. No growing more nervous and excited by the minute. No...
i love us sometimes
Me: I am the worst at this, ever.
Him: You're just down on yourself.
Me: What? I'm not down on myself, I just suck.
Him: god damn it, I know you're moving out but there are still rules.
Me: Uh oh, did she pee on the carpet again?
Him: I love you.
When you look in the mirror,
ppalebluedot: what do you see? Don’t even get me started, girl
you write about me you’re right about me
i am a disgusting awful person
thought of the night that wont let me sleep
I am completely confused about how I am supposed...
I was warned not to like you too much, you know.
I want the same things you do. I want the same things you do. I have what you really want. You have what I have been asking for. on paper