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Blame yesterday’s Drunken Disney 8-bit radio.
i used to love with my hands and my eyes and my entire damn heart. i used to love like i had enough for everyone. i used to love like i would still have some leftover for myself. but love runs out. i wish someone would’ve told me that earlier. i wish someone had told me that nobody has an endless supply of love and if you keep just giving and giving, eventually, you’ll end up empty.
I wish someone would’ve taught me how to be selfish, how to not share, how to not give myself away so freely like that.
i’ve loved in years and letters and inches and colors i’ve loved in spaces and sounds and bruises and laughs.
i’ve loved so many people but the tragedy was that i couldn’t even love myself.
i don’t know what happened but you used to love me, do you remember that? we used to be something other than strangers. it seems so long ago.
i found your shirt at the bottom of my drawer and it took me back to when we used to love each other. you walk around like you don’t even know my name, like you haven’t seen me naked, like you didn’t hold me in your arms when i was crying a storm.
i don’t think i miss you but i miss who i was back then. i miss the way things were. im not sure that they were better, but they were different.
i threw your shirt out because i don’t like holding onto things that take me back to the past. it’s taken me so long to learn to live in the present, to love in the present. i can’t keep loving you in my dreams and waking up alone with my reality. we never said goodbye but the last time we spoke, it felt like a goodbye.
i promise i don’t hate you. i just used to think that when someone told me that they loved me, they would mean it. im sorry that you didn’t mean it.
go fuck yourself phyllis
“what will you look like when you’re old? what will I do if I don’t know you?”
a detailed list of people who have a crush on me:
who is tim horton and why does everyone in canada know him
oh ya timmy’s just a good bud there eh
being in a relationship with me is pretty good except for the part where i need to be reassured every forty minutes that you do actually love me and this isn’t some weird extended practical joke
“skinny jeans are out, bootcut jeans are back in!” yeah maybe thats how it is in the berenstain universe but here in the berenstein universe we like our skinny jeans just fine thanks
tips for sending me tumblr messages:
1. dont send fanmail like youre a damn savage 2. dont talk like a fuckboy i aint got time for that ok
I’m the type of person who holds on to ticket stubs and photos and presses flowers but never puts them into a scrapbook I just have them scattered everywhere which brilliantly illustrates how I’m a sentimental piece of shit who can’t put their life together
the lagoon is v nice and i love going here and the fresh ocean air
me being a lil fucking nerd yesterday, got a pirate pak and went to the lagoon to watch an air show with my parents and it was a really nice day tbh
I think I am in love with Johnny Mac?? Help me