Jan 20, 2021
but i have a lover and i have a best friend, i’m doing well and i hope u listen to this... u’ll always be on my list of all the good things that i miss.
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Finland
seen from Switzerland
seen from Peru
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from Pakistan
seen from Ukraine
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from Australia
but i have a lover and i have a best friend, i’m doing well and i hope u listen to this... u’ll always be on my list of all the good things that i miss.
being and becoming pt. 1/? //
it hurts to exist.
You text me at two in the morning. (You’re drunk. Surprise.) You admit it - that the whole time you were with her, you were imagining it was me. And each time I DID appear, it was never the right context. Never the right circumstances. The universe was against us.
I respond that I feel the same way. I don’t say that I’ve been waiting years for this. It doesn’t matter, anyway. It doesn’t matter at all.
What does matter is that the planets aligned and you’re texting me at two a.m. and I’m still awake enough to respond. I’m high and emotional and terrified. I’m so fucking terrified. I can’t risk losing you. But what’s reward without risk, right?
So she’ll stab me in the back and my brother won’t approve. It’s going to be messy. Your mother loves me. We’re going to make mistakes. We’re going to fight and bicker and never go to bed angry. I’m ready for this. I’m ready for this with you.
It’s always been you. And finally, karma has won. Fuck the universe. I only need you.
today was so nice 🌷🌿🎒
Sometimes I just want the world to stop spinning for a second And mostly it’s when I’m with you
This is what you said but I don’t think you remember
it’s not the 3am, crying into your pillow, type crying it’s not the 3am, i miss you so much i’m going to explode, type i miss you’s it’s not the 3am, i wish we never met, type wishes it’s the 3pm, crying in the bathroom stall in school, holding your hand to your mouth, gasping for breath, type crying it’s the 3pm, I MISS YOU SO MUCH I CANT FUNCTION I CANT CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING ELSE, type i miss you’s it’s the 3pm, i wish we never fucking met because you’ve broken my fucking heart and i have nothing left to show for it, type wishes it’s the way that those 3am thoughts find themselves in my mind at 3pm, when i’m supposed to be occupied. it’s the way i can’t escape my bad dreams even when i’m awake
3am or 3pm, i’ll miss you