depresant:

i’m in love with you

depresant:

i’m in love with you

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.

— may 18 // 11:34 pm (via depresant)

And now you’re both drunk off your asses and you’re driving her back home with my mix playing in your car. Driving while intoxicated, risking your lives to spend one night together. How fucking romantic. I hope you think of me when my favorite song plays and I hope it drives you nuts when you try to skip it and I hope your diverted attention drives you straight into a streetlight.

— i hope, i hope, i hope (via depresant)

rachaelsayshi:

Chicken Scratch # 5 - ” I should have cleared my head”

rachaelsayshi:

Chicken Scratch # 5 - ” I should have cleared my head”

If I could love you at 2 A.M. with shaky breaths and wobbling knees and drunken words that neither of us will recall in the morning,

then i can love you at 12 P.M. with lazy smiles and ‘oh god what have we done’s and rushed apologies as you scramble to find your clothes.

And I can love you the following evening with polite texts and and ‘when will i see you again’s and long naps wrapped up in the sweater you left.

I can love you through salted tears in the midst of a nervous break down when you’ve had one of those nights and I can love you with timid smiles as I meet your mother.

I can love you with sleepy kisses and car rides to nowhere and store bought meals because neither of us know how to cook.

I can love you until the world gets sick of us and turns us to stardust. And you can keep loving him until your lungs give out and your lips turn blue.

— I’m still waiting for you to chose me. (via kindofalone)

I am going to let him slip his hand up my dress and I am going to smile politely when he tells me I’m beautiful without ever looking me in the eye. I am going to let him walk me home because he says this part of town is dangerous at night. I am not going let him inside and he’s going to get mad and tell me I’m a bitch anyways. I am going to sit on my kitchen floor at 1:48 A.M. and watch movies on your Netflix account and wait for you to text me because you forgot the password again. I am going to etch poems into my skin with my fingernails and use my blood to chase the vodka I bought on my way home from work. I am going to take another Ambien and put on the sweatshirt you left and count the number of times the ceiling fan spins around until I finally pass out. I am going to wake up feeling empty and I am going to repeat this process every day until I realize you’re not going to call and I’m only hurting myself.

— But believe me, I am going to get over you. (via kindofalone)

lilspirit:

I took this last week and forgot about it

lilspirit:

I took this last week and forgot about it


6 .a.m on a 10 hour-long road trip with my best friends heading home from the best music festival in the country

6 .a.m on a 10 hour-long road trip with my best friends heading home from the best music festival in the country

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