(via sad-prince)

you still smell like
death and cigarettes

but i think i can
forgive you now

cool beans, yo. would you like a cookie?

I hate it when my family talks about me walking out on my job. It makes me feel like a worthless piece of shit.

But I guess that’s nothing new.

my favorite kind of porn.

“i like being hurt”

“No one, really. Sorry for bothering you. c:”

“Hi.”

It’s been four hours since I sent you that text in a moment of weakness. I’ve been slouching around in my shorts, my hair wet and my feet cold. The diet coke I had earlier is tearing at my stomach, a small price to pay for a jolt of caffeine. I have work today, new places and new faces. My stomach churns due to nerves and the fact that I’ve only had three hours of sleep. The summer has just started and already I feel like a piece of shit.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen you, talked to you, heard you speak. It’s been lovely, like the first breath after suffocating for so long. Seeing your face is just a constant slap in mine. You know, I think I really hate you. But like an idiot, I want friendship.

“Hi.” I said.

It’s been four hours and I totally forgot about that text. Wet hair and cold feet, I slouch in the living room like the slob I am. My phone dings and I pick it up, thinking it’s my boyfriend.

“Who is this.”

I guess you forgot about me as well.

Requiescat in pace

In short: my laptop died, meaning I won’t be on tumblr for a few days. Apologies in advance.

Don’t be late.

Meet me at the park, near the statue. There’s something waiting for you.

It’s three in the morning, and I’m still waiting. Upon my arrival, I found a two paged note from you explaining how you fell out of love. How you need space, time. I think about how much space there is, wondering if it will be enough. You tell me happy birthday and how sorry you are about this. I’ve been sitting in the same spot since seven in the evening, waiting for you to show up. Waiting for you to want me back. Waiting for you to love me.

you hide in the shadows of my room,
my heart,
waiting patiently for a chance to love

i wallow in the darkness of my heart,
my room,
patiently waiting for the first move