spraguecasey puremojito “I think the reason that it was they way it was was because he tasted like weed and cigarettes and I only tasted of the complacency of disappointment, nightmares, and “too much brown sugar”. I wish that there was a way to change fate, but what is...
"I think one of the problems we had was that we both cared, but knew it would never work. The issue was almost the cause itself, as we were both impossibly broken and undeniably in love. Or at least, some days it seemed that way. We could go from lovers to barely speaking, full soliloquies of speech to barely a sentence, maybe even a word. From past experiences adding another scar, to current experiences attempting to patch the metaphorical skin that was torn apart like the two sides of our hearts. When shattered trust is the glue that holds us together, but yet we're still managed to be torn apart by something we can't control. Sometimes the cause and the symptoms are the same, in our lives, when we believe we can't be together because we aren't together. When we both assumed that neither of us cared."













