July 2012
They say it takes an exuberant amount of time to get over an ex. But you were never an ex. Just the love of my life that never wanted me.
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Ode to a dear dear friend
I don’t know why they call it having your heart stolen. It’s not. And that’s the problem. It’s still very much there, in your chest, beating, beating, beating.
Maybe if it was stolen it would be better.
Maybe you wouldn’t feel the ache of loneliness with every contraction.
Maybe you could finally get some uninterrupted sleep, without the ghost of them.
Maybe every time your phone went off...
LighteningStrikesTwice: Ode to a dear dear friend →
heathcliff98:
I don’t know why they call it having your heart stolen. It’s not. And that’s the problem. It’s still very much there, in your chest, beating, beating, beating.
Maybe if it was stolen it would be better.
Maybe you wouldn’t feel the ache of loneliness with every contraction.
Maybe you…
Conversations of Schizo me
Me: Maybe this time will be different, maybe this time they'll stay.
Me: Tell that to everyone who left.
Dear Moon
Shine down on her.
Let her know that she is loved.
For even though you are so far away, you are the only connection I have to her.
You never loved me.
Why do I miss you this much.
Why is the idea of driving to see you so appealing when I know you wouldn’t want to see me.
Why
Today is Satan’s birthday. I wonder if she noticed that I didn’t call.
I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.
professormc-gonagall:
professorgilderoy-lockhart:
enemiesofthe-heir:
thechamberofsecrets:
has been opened
shit
don’t worry i got this
no you don’t
