Skimrande posted a quote
August 25, 2015 10:58pm EDT
I wish I could wake up and be fifteen again and tell you about the terrible dream that I had where we grew up and grew apart and went to different schools in different cities and stopped talking to each other. I never would have been so hard to get if I knew you'd be so hard to get over.
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ When I saw you cry, something in me broke and it felt like all of my broken pieces were trying to fit all of your broken pieces. So maybe we won't crumble altogether. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾ One day he'll run his fingertips across the bumps beneath my skin, and he'll ask, "What are those?" And I'll tell him how they are the cold hooks in my sides from the memories I made with you. Because you can try to let go of memories, but memories won't let go of you. ☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽☾
Have you ever watched kids on a merry go round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterflies erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short, the music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you" do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not seen his sorrow? Ever lost touch and let a good friendship die, cause you never had time to call and say Hi? You better slow down, don't dance so fast. Time is short, the music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun getting there. Take it slower, and hear the music before the song is over.
it's okay if i'm not the girl of your dreams or the one you dance with at prom i just want to be the girl you think about 20 years from now, while you're staring at your morning coffee, wishing that you hadn't poured so much milk in because now it's too creamy to resemble my dark brown eyes.
i had a shoebox full of bullets and blades stashed under my bed that i could never bring myself to throw away so i built a fortress around my heart so impenetrable that no bullet could pierce through i may be cold but corpeses are colder
When someone asked me who you are I said "My--" and then I fiucking froze because there was no way I could force the word "friend" to pass my lips again. We aren't friends, we never were. We never looked at each other like friends.