Like that Angus&Julia Stone song puts it. I doubt you’ve ever heard it, though.
I used to believe in us. I used to think I had a chance, and to be fair, I wasn’t the only one who thought there was something between us. But it’s okay. I get it now.
Like that Angus&Julia Stone song puts it. I doubt you’ve ever heard it, though.
I used to believe in us. I used to think I had a chance, and to be fair, I wasn’t the only one who thought there was something between us. But it’s okay. I get it now.
You,
What do you want out of this but for that matter what do I want, I want nothing more than a summer fling no commitment no fighting no hurt feelings or bottled disasters, but at the same time I would be lying if I did not admit that, as much as I pretend otherwise, I want more: I want someone to want to get to know me, I want those cutsey meaningless half asleep plans and promises, whether or not they are kept is beside the point I want the idea of them more than the words themselves. It does not have to be with you, that’s not important, but I think the main thing is this, I want consistency and I want to know what you want, I don’t know how to ask I’m not that comfortable not that confident in my own skin.
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I was scared of liking you until I realized that you can’t fall for someone you don’t know, and everything was fine for a little while. Tonight you opened up of your own accord, it was good to hear you talk genuinely for once. You are the first person in a long time that I have wanted to be close to, I am glad it seems to be happening, but I am worried about developing feelings for you or acknowledging that some exist. (My boyfriend has no idea about any of this.)
you said you were happy, you said you loved me, you said we would last forever. and then you broke it. why? why did you break it?
78.
This world makes me sad.
To be honest, it terrifies me out of my skin every time you talk about killing yourself, because you aren’t just talking, you are planning. To be honest, the thought of losing you in any sort of way makes my heart stutter and stop until it remembers how to start itself again. To be honest, I’m crushed that you tried, I’m crushed that as much as you love me it’s not enough to make you want to live through the shit. To be honest, I went home and cried because of the note I never needed to read thank god thank god, because of the lovely things you said about me, because they were intended as a goodbye. I love you and the world is so beautiful, you are so beautiful for all your flaws for all your shortcomings. That was such a fucking selfish thing to do. To be honest.
It’s late. We just got in a fight. Because you wanted to do sexual things but I was too tired. You are leaving tomorrow for a few days. You got out of the car without saying anything. I turned my phone off. I don’t want to talk tonight, and maybe I won’t want to talk for the rest of the weekend. It’s hard to be without you when you are close, but you will be gone and things might be nice without you.
i fucking hate your guts and love you more than the pink and grey sky in the mornings, more than the big snow flakes in my eyelashes, more than the god damn stars and sky and grass between my toes and sun on my face. just follow me anywhere, please?
