You’re lucky I don’t drink, I’d have your number on speed dial. Instead, when I listen to a song that reminds me of you, I’ll text you something stupid - like how much I miss you. Or how much I hate you.
They’re no different really. I always wake up the next morning feeling regret.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH TODAY!!
no matter how hard you try to erase this person from your mind, even your soul, they simply find a way to creep back in…//they crawl into your bloodline and flow through your veins// their memory is pumped back into your heart…//so that all you do is wake up in the middle of the night//gasping their name.
countdown-to-infinity asked: I love your tumblr. Just saying. :)
thanks angelli, i like yours too! hope you’re always full of happy things in life :)
of all the people in the world, all the boys i could have picked, all the stories that could have been told.. i chose you…
after the long weekend, you’re gone again. away from me, away from my bed… please come back…
my boss was telling me a story about how he went to a ‘dress up party’ as a flintstone only to find that it was not a dress up party.. #sucks