And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and then she never felt anything again.
No one’s life seems great between midnight and 7 a.m. Go to sleep. Things will be better tomorrow.
If you have to choose between me and someone else, pick them. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone who is going to question if they made the right choice.
i’ve spent 3/4 of a year wondering how it would feel to hold your hand and fall asleep in your arms with my hands in your hair and nothing but a thin blanket separating our bare skin and how it would feel to wake up happy because i’d be waking up next to the love of my life but i fucked it up and i’m never going to be able to memorize the texture of your hand and i’m never going to know how happy i could make you with your hair inbetween my fingers or how your body heat would be more than enough to keep me warm throughout the night and i’m sure as hell never going to know how it feels to wake up happy because my misery has begun now that you’re gone but it’s all my fault. there’s no one to blame but myself and i am such a fool for letting go of the best thing i’ve ever had. please come back to me. i love you. i’ve loved you since the day i met you.
One time I heard my boyfriend had sex with another girl. So I called and asked him about it and he denied it, so I called the girl and she denied it too, and then I called my boyfriend back and told him that the girl had told me everything and he replied with “it was just one time. It meant nothing.” And then I replied with “fuck you, she didn’t tell me anything.” And that’s still my favorite story to tell.