stop lying stop lying stop lying!! i know you are!! it’s pathetic of you to do that!!
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i killed a plant once because i gave
it too much water. lord, i worry
that love is violence.
— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal
my only two moods ever are tenderness and hysteria
god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things! just sleeping! it’s like a sleepover but every night how sweet is that!!!!
nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool
oh you made me feel terrible things. cut up, violent things. things i threw up or held down or cried out or sucked in. things i couldn’t write out, things that wouldn’t stay in, things that ruined me.
but you made me feel stupid. foolish. like. i’ve dealt with the worst things. but i can’t scrub out all that god i knew better didn’t i from the seams of me. i never want to feel like that again. like an idiot. like it’s my fault for being dumb. i should have known this would happen.
not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms
