blog for the broken hearted and the broken minded xx
"I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine and which ones I created to please you."
I bite my lip when I miss you
and lately my mouth has been so
full of blood I can barely speak.
I’m not even sure if it’s my own
blood. My mother is worried. Jesus
christ, I’m worried. You say you
lost feelings but I lost my fucking mind
both directions on the street were so beautiful this morning.
"Because I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other guys and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad or empty or whatever. I like the smell of your hair and I like the sound of your voice and I fucking decided on you."
"I really do miss what we almost had."
"You are wolf, and you might be wounded, but one day you will get over it."
"I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6."
"He told me I was the perfect friend, and then he didn’t talk to me for 2 weeks.”
"That is all I need: to remember who I am. And I am someone who does not let inconsequential things like boys and near-death experiences stop her."