"She’s probably a really great person!"
“Jesus wtf you’re making it worse”
“But that’s only bc you’re a really great person too and she’s not gonna deserve it either”
“I actually want to puke right now”
“Don’t save the like for a better occasion”

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Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.

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I remember telling her that the day I finally gave up, it would be over. I had told her, that even if you had given up way before I did, I would keep holding on, because I believed we were supposed to have each other in our lives. And for the longest time, this strong feeling of hope just flowed through me and kept me safe, upright, because as long as there was that hope and a reason to keep hoping I was okay. It was solid ground. and even though that hope started eating away at my insides, I kept ingesting it like a kind of poison that tasted too damn good to give up. but I’m starting to think that it wasn’t the hope that was killing me, it was the belief that you were this person you seemed to be. this person that cared about my feelings and listened to me and needed me and wanted to be there and let me be there for them despite how hard it was. but all candles have to go out at some point, and I’m pretty sure this flame is dying along with all my faith in you. I’m never going to understand how someone could just walk away from a person they spent two years on and be completely and totally alright with it, but that isn’t even what hurts the most, because I can accept that maybe we just grew out of each other. what hurts the most is that you could move onto someone else and throw yourself right into another relationship like what we had was nothing. and honestly, maybe it was nothing, or a figment of my imagination. and yeah, my life has gone on. i’m not laying around crying over you (anymore), but I just feel completely drained and like all my emotions have been stripped down and ripped out of me because at first it hurt like hell but now its just numbing and hard to believe that its happening and I’m going to live a life without you in it. but I will, and I’ll write poetry about other things and some day other boys. for now though, I just don’t understand. and as angry and hurt as I am, I’m even more confused. there’s too many memories that I’m trying to rip up and throw away, but its difficult and I don’t even know how. you left me with the baggage, and I wasn’t even worth an explanation.

you should know that I’m finally giving up. 

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