October 2009
yourwrite:
You’re so fucking pathetic
All of you.
Swooning over love.
Open your eyes and see that there is so much more to life.
So what if he doesn’t fucking call you?
You make me sick.
You really do.
Fucking pathetic.
It’s almost two in the morning, and you’re still not home from a girl’s apartment. You went with friends to pick them up, but you all ended up staying there. Everyone knows this girl has a thing for you, and yet, it’s nearly two in the morning, and you are not home in bed with me.
I want to say that I’m being ridiculous, that you are just taking your time, and that...
I don’t know how to explain my fear. I want to say it’s irrational, that you would never hurt me the way I’ve hurt others. It frightens me that maybe you’ll be the one to bury me.
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind...
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I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories…
– Conor Oberst (via brokenmachine)
Lately I feel like somebody made a big mess and I’ve got my mop and I’m mopping...
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You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you dies each year when the leaves...
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