Movin Day

Tomorrow we officially move into our new place and I couldn’t be any more excited. We can do whatever we want whenever we want. We’ve already thrown a sick party there and there’ll be many more to come. I’ll also finally have my own room away from home, so I can bring home whoever I want

So hungover…. Wtf did I do last night

Stay

I’d sell my soul just to see your face.
And I’d break my bones just to heal your pain.
In these times I need a saving grace, but time is running out and I’m starting to lose my faith.

But if I told you I loved you, would it make you want to stay?
I’m sorry for the way I hurt you and making you walk away.
(I should have took the time to tell you)
And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day, would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?
(I can’t go another day without you)
Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?
(Girl you gotta know I love you)

My heart’s on my sleeve, but it’s turning black.
(I guess I know what it feels like it to be alone)
Without your touch I’m not gonna last.
(I know you know that I need ya just to carry on)
It feels like my walls are caving in.
(You’d always hold me before I left you hanging on)
And I’ll do anything to have you here again.

But if I told you I loved you, would it make you want to stay?
I’m sorry for the way I hurt you and making you walk away.
(I should have took the time to tell you)
And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day, would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?
(I can’t go another day without you)

Yeah, the days are cold, the nights are long.
And I can’t stand to be alone.
Please know this is not your fault.

And all I want…

Is to tell you I love you and make you wanna stay.
There’s gotta be a way, ‘cause going on without you is killing me everyday.

And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day, would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?
(I can’t go another day without you)
Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?
(Girl you gotta know I love you)
Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?
(I can’t go another day without you)

Would it make you, make you, wanna stay?

When you start thinking about the person you wanna hold/cuddle while ur sleeping when ur trying to go to bed really sucks

We could have just started here
Nowhere sounds better
Than this dark talentless room.
Id like to thank you but I won’t.
Thanks anyways.
(For nothing)
I don’t need these eyes anymore.
Time to pluck them out and eat them.
Fuck literally everything in sight
Sell me piece by piece
Accompanied by anthrax and industrial waste.
Drink up baby.

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pricklylegs:

These are gold.

no but this is literally college

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680xsouth:

basically i dont care if you drink smoke or do drugs as long as you can hold a conversation about something besides the fact that you drink smoke or do drugs

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Idk why you always do this to me, why I deserve this, or why I always let you.

Perfect

Okay so yea, nobody’s perfect.

But even tho absolutely nothing is happening, this moment feels perfect to me.

She’s sleeping on my lap, on my couch at home, and I love it. Just watching her sleep… She looks so perfect.

Yea we just had sex, and it was one of the quickest we’ve both ever had at the same time but it was still great. I could really feel how connected we were and how in sync we were, I mean we finished at the same time haha.

She’s lying in my lap and it feels like old times. And even tho I kno it won’t ever be like the old times again and things are obviously different, just living in this moment is good enough for me.

This moment is perfect.

Delete her number.

Stop ringing her. Stop messaging her. Stop making excuses to see her, to drop by her place.

Erase her name from memory. Remove yourself from her life, more completely than you would like but as completely as she deserves. Move on, so that you can allow her to also move on. When you close your eyes, you don’t get to see her face. Not anymore. You don’t get to think about her lips, the warm glow of her skin when she rests next to you, or how she squeezes your hand in her sleep. You are not allowed to remember the smell of her perfume, that she only drinks mint tea (with two dollops of honey), or that she loves you.

She loves you.

She has been in love with you for too long.

So, forget how she says your name. Forget how she calls your name. Forget how she screams your name. Forget that time you got sick and she stayed up with you all night, letting you lay your head in her lap and holding a cold compress to your forehead. Forget how her hair feels in your fingers. Forget how she looks in your sweatshirts.

Forget her.

Know only that she existed at one point in your life, but relinquish all hope that she could exist at another point — sometime in the future that you are unwilling to specify because you don’t know what you want. Yet. It is not fair for you to swoop in and out of her life as you choose. It is not fair for you to say that you are satisfied with “things as they are” and you will have time to “figure it out” later. Let her stop investing emotionally in you. Let her pour that love and care into the people who deserve her.

Don’t tell her that you think about her all the time. Don’t tell her that it bothers you to hear about her with other people, but that you’re willing to understand as long as she likes you more than them. Don’t tell her that this isn’t the right moment but that there will be a right moment. There is not going to be a right moment. She shouldn’t have to wait for the right moment.

Don’t tell her that you can’t handle ultimatums, that you don’t like the idea of finally adding finality to your relationship — whatever still remains of it.

What you are telling her is that you want to keep her on as an option, that you are taking her for granted, that you want to know she will be there, that you can depend on her at the end of the day. When you find that no one else has stuck around or that those who have are less interesting, less thoughtful, or less doggedly loyal to you.

Doggedly loyal to you.

That is what she has been to you, for you almost as long as you have known her: a constant emotional crutch, the guarantee of stability, a safety net while you reach out to grasp objects that sparkle and shine far greater than she does. All that glitters is not gold, haven’t you heard?

She is fire. You are ice, and you are afraid that her slow burn will smolder your cool, hard demeanor. That’s what has driven your decisions, your actions all along: fear. You are a coward. You are a hypocrite. You are terrified to let her go, but you are afraid she is too good for you, that she could drive you wild, that you would choke on her flames. That she is too much for you to handle right now.

Right now.

But if you choose not to love her now, you can’t choose to love her later.

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Goddamn.

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Beautiful

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Spot. On.

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