have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.
if she flinches when you go to put your arm around her … someone else’s hand wasn’t so sweet … if she questions you … someone else has lied to her … if she doesn’t tell you things … someone else once betrayed her secrets … behind every cranky, complicated girl or girl who is scared to love is … a girl who is tired of being broken.
Things I should be doing: Writing
Things I am doing: Imagining random shit from the story I want to write without actually thinking them through and then forgeting about them.
I am glad I am not the only person who does that.
adults: “what are your plans for the summer?” “what are you planning on studying in college?” “what do you want to do in the future?”
God, you’re good. You are mind-blowingly close to this. How do you do it? You’re a triple impostor, I’ve never seen anything like it. Is there anything real about you? Do you even speak Latin?
Girls like me? We don’t fuck ignorant, pretentious, old men with weird lesbian obsessions. We go for tall, hot girls and we fucking love it.
‘stop being overdramatic’ they say
‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist