everything that used to make me think about you makes me think of him.
I’d say that’s what actual love is. Staying by me when I’m throwing up nicotine and grapefruit vodka in my heart.
You are lovely, and I love you. And Twilight is such a stupid movie.
And so is your stupid boot shirt.
how come I haven’t ever gotten that? You’re just so stupidly full of love for me.
When we were at the museum today, I realized something. Look at how fragile everything is. All of the gemstones that we were memorized by, all the spineless, deadly jellyfish being eaten by turtles, all the coffins holding the great Gods of Egypt, all the stars floating through our pupils that turned into holding hands, all of the fossils old enough to be though any kind of love that we could imagine now compacted into calcium in dirt; everything is so fragile.
Just like you and the way you love me.
I could throw you on the ground as fast as he threw me.
But he didn’t throw me, just forgot.
and I won’t forget about you.