Well now every thing
Has gone away
And everything
Has shifted and changed
But hey, hey ha-hey
You’ve stayed the same
And so has your smile
All the times 
We used to laugh
And all the times
We cried
Should still mean something to you
Because they mean something to me
Wait, wait wa-wait for me
And I’ll keep trying 

One day you posted “Twist away” on here. I’m sure you remember why that was a statement extremely relevant to what you and I had for the last (almost) 3 years. I was confused, to say the least, when I saw that. I thought you may have wanted what I wanted. So for two weeks I tried to rekindle what we once had considered the best decision either of us had ever made (which slowly (or so we thought) had become the exact opposite. I still view you as the best damn person to ever walk into and out of my life. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but when you sleep in my bed, when you get drunk with me, when you drive around with me, when you make plans with me, when you eat dinner with me, when you sit around and watch movies with me, when you break plans because you’d rather be with me, sure, it’s confusing, but that’s not the point. The point is, it’s apparent that’s there’s still something there, and although I understand that pushing it was wrong, I’d do anything to have it back. And if that means waiting, I can wait. Because I know this can go somewhere. I know it can come back. I know things have changed, I am aware, but they’ve changed for the better on my side, and apparently for you as well. But FUCK. I know this could work. I know I could spend every fucking second with you, and I know I love you. I hope you love me too and I hope you’ll be mine again one of these days.

dumb user loser boy so used to the abuse he can’t see how he’s been used

somethingaboutswordsmanship:

two little words

they won’t mean shit to anyone but me

I’m glad this was such a “healthy” decision on your part.

healthy like counting calories or healthy like the shit you shove down your throat to get through the day?

I’ll build a home at the bottom of the sea

with enough champagne and ecstacy to get me through the week

resurfacing will be sparce there’s no need

i’ve got nothing up there i don’t let it get to me

I am not afraid 
of what it takes to glue you to my side 
anything it takes from me 
so be it, so be it 
I would go without breathing 
don’t have to justify it 
won’t you love me 
i’ve got time to kill

realscreamo:

Pianos Become The Teeth || I’ll Get By

Sitting under a solar flare. Never thought id really care. Maybe you should be here and maybe I should be there but I swear I swear I swear I’ll always be alone here.