#future excerpt

[few-loose-wires]

There was something terribly small curling up in his chest at that moment. It allowed the caterpillars to roam freely through his stomach and meaningless words to poke aimlessly at the tip of his tongue. Feeling this way was vulnerable and gag-inducing; it felt fragile and nice and unlike anything he ever deserved. This small thing curled and coddled around his chest and grew into his throat reaching like vines that made him want to say stupid things like "I love you."

(He supposes that's how he felt.)

He detested it with every fiber and action of his being. He loathed the softness that came with it. He abhorred the almost smiles and hesitant care he received in return. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it.

(He loved it.)

[bbytth]

'And one day I woke up tired of something poking me in the back' Memoirs from the Middle of the Bed

[dearyesterdays]

maybe masochists don't love pain. maybe they love the endorphins that make everything feel okay again.

late night thoughts, cgc

[dearyesterdays]

& I'm so fucking scared because on my math final last year I forgot a formula. Forgot it until the moment I walked out of that classroom & it just hit me, I could see the page, see the mistake I had made. I'm scared because someday I may see you on the street, walking alone with your hands in your pockets, and I won't remember to write your name with my lips until it's too late. I'm tired of being late.

I bought a watch today, cgc