It is so strange to think of last year. This time last year I was crying on my bedroom floor This time last year I didn’t know what to do This time last year I didn’t think I’d be okay And this year I am here I am not completely okay I am not sure where I am going or what I am doing But I know This time next year I will still be here.
Years// 27 October 2016 (via the-invisible-museum)
“If I could give someone else my worries, I wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“They’re kind of like a puppy. They just follow me everywhere.”
“You make it feel like time has stopped and it’s just the two of us.”
“No one comes even close to making me feel anything. Don’t even try.”
“I always get the short end of the stick. Why do I keep going along with your plans?”
“I can’t believe you got me to admit all of that.”
“Staring into the mirror, my eyeliner smeared on my face, my hair resting gently on the side I looked like the poster child for the misunderstood broken hearted.”
“Ah, yes. That’s something I would love to do with my boyfriend if he hadn’t run off to try and destroy the world. Not that I’m bitter.”
“Sometimes I miss it. The power, the rush. The feeling of being unstoppable. But that was just that. Power. You’re my future.”
“How to…. tell if they’re…. into…. you” Person A mutters as they type in their google search.
Person B looks over their shoulder, “someone I should know about?”
“No one but you. Just want to see if you’re objectively into me.”
“We’re married, nerd.”
“I love you.”
“I …”
“It’s OK. You don’t have to say it back.”
“He’s always been a dick. When we were seven he threatened to sue me”
A: “You suck!”
B: “If you’re lucky” *winks*
A: *sputters and blushes*