Between laughing for no reason,
stupid arguments,
long talks,
and making fun of each other
I have fallen in love with you.
Does he even know I obsess over him? Does he know
how much pain he put me through? Does he know how much I cried for
him? Does he even have a little clue about what I say about him?
Does he know?
Does he think about how much I love him? Does he think about how much pain and tears I put up with, just to try to get a change with him? Does he think about how he's always on my mind? Does he think?
Does he love the way I love him? Does he love the way I act around him? All giggly, and woozy? Does he love me? Does he love?
Does he think about how much I love him? Does he think about how much pain and tears I put up with, just to try to get a change with him? Does he think about how he's always on my mind? Does he think?
Does he love the way I love him? Does he love the way I act around him? All giggly, and woozy? Does he love me? Does he love?
If you wear a mask long enough,
you will begin to forget who you are beneath it.
Everytime I see someone post a long quote, and it has a lot of faves, I just silently congratulate
in my head to all of those people patient enough to read something so ungodly long.
like good for you, you go wittians who read long quotes through to the end
-How
long is forever?
+Sometimes, just one second
not my format
+Sometimes, just one second
not my format
If these sheets were the
states, and you were miles
away,
I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.
I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.
Because I don't sleep
at all without you pressed up against me.
I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.
I settle for long distance calls, I'm lost in empty pillow talk again.
I long for you to feel the same
way
Alice:
How long is forever?
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.
White Rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.
He looked
down at his phone, and then looked away, mumbling another lie about
needing to go home. I sat on the stiff grass that lined the
sidewalk of busy road in a dull town. A few cars passed,
stopping and turning exactly where they had intended to. I brought
my fingers up to my mouth and slowly moved them across my own lips.
He touched the back of my neck and asked what was bothering me.
"Nothing," I snarled back at him with more force than
intended. His eyes widened wth fear. "You know, you're a
terrible liar, Ash." He whispered. I quickly stood up and
looked at him. His beautiful eyes traced the outline of my body
curiously before falling to my hands. He looked at my hands a lot.
The ones he had kissed and held a thousand times without it ever
meaning anything. The ones that had explored every portion of his
body which meant everything. "So are you," I screeched
back. I hugged him, but it wasn't like the usual hugs I gave
him. It was a hug that meant "If tonight is the night that
ends everything, then I want this moment to mean something." I
pulled away, but his lips drew me back in, as usual. Then the most
passionate kiss I had ever felt began. Our lips closed around each
other like doors opening and closing. Soft lips brushed the surface
of my nose and pressed tight against my forehead. His hands, the
ones I had glanced at a million times, ran up and down my arms. He
lit a cigarette and puffed on it for a few moments without saying a
word. I watched him exhale thin lines of smoke and pretend he was
focused on something behind me so that I would stop looking at him.
He wanted me to forget that he was a liar. He wanted me to brush it
off, because he knew that I knew. And yet I stayed there in that
moment. When he was finished with his cigarette, he flicked it into
my yard, which he didn't normally do. He brushed my cheek and
kissed me. I watched his small, beautiful silhouette disappear into
the dark of the street. Headlights blazed bright and his engine
tore apart the silence like a demon sent straight from hell. He was
terribly evil, and something about the fact that I was so good made
me stay around. And I am still around. Will I ever want to
leave?
