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Why am I settling for a mold in which I do not fit?
I have dreams and aspirations and desires bigger than the universe
I want a luxurious apartment in the city that radiates old school Hollywood and a big, cozy home in the suburbs with a white picket fence.
I want to wake up to the smell of coffee and the pitter patter of little feet coming into my bedroom
I want to camp beside a creek and wake up when the birds start chirping and the sun lazily pulls itself from the horizon
I want to roam the world and find a place that screams home without even trying
I want to be carefree and happy.
while i loose sleep thinking of you, you're probably in bed dreaming about somebody else
I'm stuttering over my existence the way you skip over puddles when you're wearing canvas shoes.
You can't promise me that you'd never hurt me. You will, eventually. I just hope that you're worth the suffering.
My heart aches with uncertainty
Your silence speaks volumes
Life is full of ups and downs
You're the wave that makes me soar then crashes me into the shore
You don't love me, of this I am sure.
I should have woken up to a long text that outlined all your feelings.
You should have said you love me. You should have fought to stay.
It shouldn't be this way, but I don't believe anything you say
i've always wanted someone really dangerous to fall deeply in love with me idk
i don't feel like talking,
i don't feel like anything
DAMP EYES, DRY THROAT, LIPSTICK MARKS ON YOUR CIGARETTE, AND HALF OF A BOTTLE OF TEQUILA. I WROTE IN SLOPPY PRINT THAT I NEED YOU.
you make me feel like a fucking lunatic and i am physically ill with how much i miss you
having feelings for you was like playing sink or swim with weights around my ankles
theres nothing you can do to me that I haven't already done to myself
I'm the sleeping pills you swallow with regret every night
I haven't died everyday waiting for you. But gosh I miss you a lot
I need deep red lipstick and a leather jacket so I can kill people
you can find me buried in the endless wreckage of your nightmares.
"something is missing now"
Don't say my name like a prayer, I am always here.
I don't understand why we're worlds apart.
I don't know why I don't make you happy.
It's been a month. Thirty days of feeling nothing at all.
It's been a long time since I've had to come hide on this twitter
He put the bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
Don't you know what you're doing to me?
Why on earth would you want to hurt me like this?
what do you do when your life is falling apart faster than you can manage to piece it back together
we're all addicted to something that takes the pain away
I hate those sparks of pure anxiety where your heart pounds and mind races for no reason
So as far as I'm concerned, you can fuck right off.
And I am sure as fuck not going to pretend that I believe it when you say you love me.
I'm definitely not going to pretend I didn't see your and his matching anniversary dates on your tumblrs.
I'm not going to pretend I didn't see you say you loved him too.
I'm not going to pretend I didn't hear you on the phone with him.
I'm not going to pretend I didn't see your twitter posts about him last night.
I'm not okay with this and I will not pretend to be for the sake of "us"
Please, I'm begging you, do not ever talk to me again.
i'm drowning in my own mind