February 2010
68 posts
i kind of want to kiss right now
January 2010
86 posts
1422.) My boyfriend cheated on me. He and the girl...
(via blogconfession) I SERIOUSLY THINK I WROTE THIS LIKE, FIVE MONTHS AGO…
it’s embarrassing, but everytime i see something that is blue/orange, my stomach churns. ;aldjflajdfad hayden leong, fuck your entire being.
i’m the type of person who lets fear drive i’m the type of guy who lets it drive ‘cause i’m addicted, i’m needy, i’m lost without you i need you i need you
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die anymore.
i don’t wanna die...
i’m sorry. i’m still indecisive.
365
things about you that make me glad
your lidded eyes
your chapped lips
your freckles
how you always smell like fresh laundry + cigarettes
your clothes
your hobbies
your drive
your ambition
your dreams
your passion
you
you
you
you
“You left me at the very moment that I can’t give you up.”
– (via overdueconfessions)
I "suddenly cared" again,
because I actually always did care. but I was just too fucking upset with you that I didn’t want to think about your existence at all. that is, until you forced me to by getting fucking arrested, which is kind of difficult to avoid. akssowdwilans you make me feel stupid. shit.
hisironlung:
I was depressed. It hurt to tell you those things. It inflated your ego. You don’t understand. It made me very vulnerable to you.
“No, that doesn’t bother me.”
– I lied. (via overdueconfessions)
my relationships with lou and hayden parallel...
so i did some thinking, and
i wonder why you never want to talk about what happened between us.
we used to be such good friends. we used to be best friends. i thought you were my soulmate, someone who i could always count on being there, and someone who i could always turn to whenever i needed it, even when you were tired or cranky. and then we labeled ourselves as a “couple”, and everything...
july 7, 2009. relevant.
a part of me is saying “no,
i don’t want to be with you.”
i’m just so afraid of
letting you down.
july 2, 2009. i was ignorant.
i want to touch you, feel your skin so badly, but it’s wrong. we can’t do this yet, not now, not until everything’s figured out, because we’re both so fucked up and fucking everything with everyone else up, and we’re being selfish, but it’s not like you care, and my pseudo-consideration for those people we’re affecting (whether they know it or not) is being more and more blatant with every breath...
“look. this isn’t fucking funny. this isn’t fucking cute.
i want you, baby. i...”
– you said this to me seven months ago.
i don’t know.
i found one of my very first tumblr posts. it was...
“i need to let go.
he - it - is restraining me.
i am at such a glorious time and place in my life. but thoughts of him bring me down all the time, and i can’t properly experience anything other in my life but the confusion and achingness in my chest and throat that comes along when thinking of him… and her. the manipulative, cruel, intelligent, beautifulfucker she is.
i don’t know why…...
i never understood why you weren’t willing to drive in the middle of the night to my house.
never ever.
i don’t want that.
i want to be the only one, and i know i’m not.
and every time you do that, it’s a constant reminder.
i sincerely miss the times when all i did was play hard to get.
“Will you stop the shake
and quiet my rattling bones?
Will you soothe the ache?”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via quote-book)
THIS BOY IS FINE AS HELL. ALDSJFA DAMN DAMN DAMN. →
i feel pathetic when i think of you.
honestly, how dare you do this to me?
i wish i could slam your face into a brick wall.
winterlungs:
lawlercon:
You left me with the weight of the world to lift.
“i want you so bad, i’ll go back on the things i believe
there, i said it...”
– “edge of desire” by john mayer
you have no idea how closely i wrapped myself...
1253.) I hate that when our realtionship first...
(via blogconfession)
i don’t know why i reblogged this.
i wish you would speak to me about this.
i really do.
i’m afraid for you, and i’m so worried. and i’ve expressed this to you, and all i got was “i’m fine”?
no, you’re not fine. you’re a fucking mess, and i’m so concerned about you.
i can’t find any other way to put it.
please speak with me. i no longer want tobe strangers with you...
And I realised, a second too late, that you won't...
destinedfordust:
I’ve tried to say it a thousand different ways. I’ve tried twisting the words inside out and doubling them back over onto themselves. I’ve tried coming up with words in different languages, because maybe they have words for this thing (I couldn’t say what it is) that we’re missing in this one. I’ve tried saying the same words over and over again in hopes that this time they’ll...
something just dawned on me.
it’s not that large of a revelation, but it’s like i just kind of realized it.
you cheated on me, because you wanted to break up with me. but like i said, and like you agreed, you’re a fucking coward. and you couldn’t do it straight-up. so you cheated on me, and that is what you used as a reason.
the dots are connected.
myself: i wonder what he's doing, right now.
tara: I know. that's hard.
tara: it's so, so hard.
myself: just 30 minutes ago, we were having a conversation. it was really... i don't know how to explain it.
- actually, no, maybe it wasn't even a conversation. i mostly talked, and he said a few things here and there. but i knew he was paying attention to what i was saying
- but then suddenly he stopped replying, and he's offline now.
- it's only 1.
- and he always says whenever he's going to get offline. so. i'm curious.
- like, that's what happened that night, with darlene.
- we were just talking, but he disappeared.
- so now i'm just sitting here, wondering who he's fucking tonight.
- it really is hard.
up until this point, i had convinced myself that you still love me, even if it was just a little bit.
but i just realized i’m fucking stupid. and you don’t. you don’t at all. you’re so far gone.
and i’m crying now,
because i miss you and i love you and what do i do?
someone tell me what to do.
i feel so pathetic and small. and.
i want you back so badly. i...
please talk to me.
^ hi this is called yvonne being pathetic.
dls post/TL;DR
he said he stopped loving me months before. and he’s been telling everyone - as in, his friends and a;dfja everyone - that he’s been wanting to leave me for a good while now. yeah. ha. he told everyone straight-up, but me. and i felt like such a fucking tool when he told me this the other night. i don’t know. i don’t know. i don’t know. i miss everything. i miss...
“i know it’s just a silly song about you
and how i lost you, and your...”
i love you, michael nguyen.
you honestly don’t know how glad i am that our lockers are right next to each other, or else we would have never become best friends.
we were pretty all right last year, but this year, i find us inseparable. and i can’t believe that i’ve never really mentioned you on tumblr, ever. because i’m with you ALLLLLL the time at school, and you’re honestly one of my closest...
you called me last night, and i was so hesitant to...
it’s because i lack any fucking will power.
our conversation mostly consisted of us saying “hi” and “hello” over and over every ten minutes of silence.
we talked about things we did in the past.
you called me baby. and dear. and darling. as if you meant it, or like we were still together, or something. i told you to stop, because i honestly tears me apart when you...
screwup12345:
I just realized that I HATED it whenever you called me baby as a conversation filler. I just realized that was a conversation filler.