2. He messaged me one day and he just began to slowly fade into my life. His eyes were grey, I could of written beautiful poetry about them if only I felt something when they looked at me. He had dark hair and he made me laugh but not the same way the other boys did. I kept him around for a while, mostly because my family said he had a charming smile and a soft voice. What I felt wasn’t love, I just thought if we spent the whole time with his tongue down my throat that maybe I could forget that when he told me that I was his world I felt nothing in return.
3. He was a fucking forest fire destroying everything in his path. He wasn’t always that way though. I used to be the center of his world. He used to always stare at my freckles and laugh at all my jokes. It wasn’t until I stopped eating for days and made his world black and white. He then became a series of missed calls, unanswered texts and tears. He stopped using his lips to kiss me and began placing cigarettes in them instead. He still calls me sometimes to tell me he misses me but usually it’s only after a few bottles of cheap fucking beer.
The 3 boys I brought home to meet my mother (via dumbdaisies)
The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via hplyrikz)
Not being able to kiss someone you really rEALLY REALLY wanna kiss is kinda sad and very dumb.
"why do you always do that?" he whispered,
sad blue eyes in the darkness, arms almost
around me. “why whenever someone compliments you
do you always pretend like you don’t deserve it?”
i shrugged and burrowed closer to him.
i felt his heart quicken.
"i’m worried about you," he whispered, "i think you’re
in a really bad place.”
i kissed him before he figured out the rest of me.
i think he fell in love. he put his heart in my hand and i remember staring at it for a long time.
i also remember when it dropped.
my hands cant hold things, you know.
they shake a lot.
My therapist (via tbhalone)
its weird how different your life could be if people found you more or less attractive