#about that guy

[supercoolfreakzone]

I would burn it all down for just the tip

[wiccamoody]

riiiiiiiiiiight so i've been following jamie campbell bower on this fucking website since i joined (on my og blog too) and because i managed to catch the random promo post he made and liked it tumblr now thinks i want to look at posts about h*nry cr*el. girl what even

[thatonegaybastard]

I have deduced things about homestuck that are probably spoilers using my critical thinking skills (accidentally made the connection)

[mikefrawley]

About that guy, you know, the one who used to write you poetry.  I'm sorry to have to say it, but he's no longer with us, and sometimes I believe, I actually miss him even more than I do you.

About That Guy

[peaches-png]

I can delete the pictures of you on my phone but not those in my mind

[peaches-png]

I create and create to forget what I destroyed.

c.c.l.

[peaches-png]

“Tell me all your secrets,” you said, stroking the bruises on my thighs. But to you secrets meant sharing nights in the backseat with our sweat staining the upholstery and your huffs along my back as the clouds shielded the stars. you would press against me and say “this is fun” but it really wasn’t with your breath pounding against my ears and fingers wiping away my tears. “Tell me all your secrets,” you said so I poured myself onto you so you could see me and all i heard in return were the crickets underneath the floorboards and the straining of their long forgotten leaves and my whole life all i knew were the vortexes in my mind and the words spitting against my teeth and the hands biting my cheeks but maybe i deserved it and i didn’t deserve you. “Tell me all your secrets,” I said and you didn’t say anything as you looked at the sheets and said you had none but something about the way your eyelashes fluttered and looked darker than usual told me otherwise so i tried to hold on to you but it was too much too gone too soon too late

bye c.c.l. 

[smudged-words]

he was smiling down at my writing like he always does, laughing at the familiarity of my words, but all i could whisper against his chuckles was it’s not about you it’s not about you and the empty hollowness of his eyes made me so irrevocably sad. i never knew he would feel this way, reading about my lost days. he flipped through the pages, muttering i’m gonna kill him underneath his breath like i couldn’t hear him