The biggest tragedy is your silence. / I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.

Love me until you’re drunk too.
I’ll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you.

I can never tell if I like a boy because I’m actually interested in him or because I’m just bored and have nothing better to do

You made me say things that I would never have told anyone.
I care. I care a lot. It’s kinda my thing.
Letting you go almost killed me.
My body
is burning
with the shame
of not belonging.
My body
is longing.
But nobody knows that.

here I go again, writing more things about you that you’ll never read
so you’ll never know that I think about you more often than I should

Coffee doesn’t wake me up like you do.

Just seeing your name
makes me feel more alive
do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely
do i like you or do i like that you like me

fuck attractive people
that’s the plan

His kisses said more than his words ever will. It’s how I knew it was the end.
Nothing holds me. Not even you.
I know you have feelings left somewhere. But they’re all so hard to reach
I try not to think about anything too much. If you think about anything too much, it just breaks your heart and then you never recover from it. Indifference may not bring excitement but it does allow you to survive.
Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.
That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me
You can’t walk through life using someone else’s plan.
Cynics leave before they are left.
Trust is giving them the knife.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Its hard to show people everything, you know? You never know what they’ll do with it once they have it.
Don’t settle for someone who doesn’t give you things to say. Forever is a long time to make small talk.
It’s just so damn tragic. How you could spend years with someone and realize that you never really knew them at all. How you can sit across from them and see nothing but a stranger looking back.
I become such a monster when I miss you.
Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
I loved you, and I ruined myself,
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.
But the truth is, I did it all because of you.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.
I’m sick of always wanting you.





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