a cool thing about being happy is that you can be happy
good yawn morning yawn have a nice yawn day yawn yawn
I will keep all the reasons why I do the things I do inside my rib cage I will let you judge me until you're satisfied
that missing piece of a puzzle no one really cares to find
I Think There Is A Moth Stuck In My Throat And Other Minor Tragedies
give me a reason to sleep tonight
it's always sad to turn your back from someone or something you love
Eventually you look at someone and that's the last time you'll ever look at them and usually you don't know it's the last time
i thought maybe we could cuddle til im dead or somthing
DECEMBER: the month dedicated to blankets & anxiety
I sit in my bed and listen to your breathing, until I know you're safe, until I know you no longer need me for the night.
good night and sweet dreams love
because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking, this is the great paradox
but despite their differences they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other
this movie never gets old
when you wake up and wonder if your heart will be back to it's old self or will it still be skipping every other beat
when you don't want to love nor want to have fun
feelings aren't supposed to be complex, just keep them pure and undiluted
Things I like about coffee and you pic.twitter.com/4zqhoxhN3r
the littlest things rest on the wounded, dusty dusty dusty corners of my mind and I will literally wear my heart on my sleeve forever
are we holding hands now or are we still staring into other eyes looking for something less
laying in graveyards to lull my demons to sleep
I could try a little harder but I've gone tired already, I'm sorry
you've never been hurt because you are the one who do the hurting
damaged people are dangerous, they know they can survive
jesus christ, you just consume and consume, & bones. you're just consuming, consuming, & consuming me.
happy day with happy friends
crawling back to bed now ah, sleep
I'm so done with bitch homework
you smoked me like a cigarette. letting the smoke curl from your mouth like little commas;
i was always your unfinished sentence.
is there a place on my transcript where i can make a note that says that i've had a lot going on this semester?
best dinner with best friends how lovely
reassuring hugs from your blanket
I could use a break from formulas and essays, I want to hold your hand like its the only thing I know how to do.
the gauge fills up as your body is corrupted by toxic mainstream reality
Let God be the flame of your cold heart
Letting go of me, holding on to you
should i go back to school tomorrow or should i fling myself into the ocean
my life is an eighties teen angst love story with an unhappy ending