70’s hoe

this is a throam stan blog

[prettyoddchelseahotel]

"I look to the back half of the bus. I don’t want to go back there, to that small gritty space, that bed where Brendon’s slept, that place where we kissed for the first time since the first time, not that I kept count of the times after that. I lost count of the kisses. Of everything."

[prettyoddchelseahotel]

"the second i let my thoughts stray to him, i feel nauseous. it’s a sickening burn, and i know that i wasn’t quick enough. he found a way in. got into my bones."

[prettyoddchelseahotel]

“you’re not moving on. you’re just finding new places to hide.”

[prettyoddchelseahotel]

“there are all kinds of smiles in this world, but some you memorize. some you know by heart. words die in my throat. the people around me disappear. the music fades out like someone’s twisting the volume button down.”

[prettyoddchelseahotel]

“now i realize that ‘secret’ is just a word given for uncomfortable truths we don’t want to share in the fear of what they say about us.”