Your words like a drug attracted me, hooked me, and sedated me. And I don’t mind being this high, since you’re the one that brought me here.
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Your words like a drug attracted me, hooked me, and sedated me. And I don’t mind being this high, since you’re the one that brought me here.
To the most ridiculous text message ever this morning. And when I say ridiculous I mean- the sweetest, most honest, and open thing ever. Its cute to know I can get someone to open up to me in that manner- its even better that its someone I like. Gah
(Source: grvnge)
shoutout to the kid that whispers the answer to you when the teacher calls on you but you weren’t paying attention
pifedawg asked: Awkward.. I JUST NOW realized you were back. I am beyond excited, I missed you! How have you been pretty lady?
hahahaha its quite alright honestly (:
&I’ve been on one emotional rollercoaster to be honest but everything seems to be on the up and up so im not complaining. How about you lovely, I missed you as well!
Of all the souls I pass everyday, yours is the one that intrigues me the most. So why don’t you allow yours to entangle with mine? Don’t you see you were created to be with me.
(Source: renaissancekid)
In an odd way the mood I am is still being reflected in the weather. Right now its nice out, and I’m feeling really positive. Idk why idk how but I’m glad. (:
(Source: thefatboylarry)
Can someone please explain to me the situation I’m in? Because I am so beyond confused idk how to feel about anything &I’m pretty sure this sick state I’m in is because I’m stressing over every syllable that graces my vocal eyes.
If you weren’t such a ho, you wouldn’t have to copy the shit I say would you?
I’m giving no shits tonight, I’m nauseous, I threw up, I really can’t be put through anymore hell than what I am going through right now.
Bring it on, bitch.
(Source: ifionlyhadtofart)
Maybe I didn’t say it with conviction, but baby I miss you so.
Staring at this empty screen,
I feel a sense of obligation.
To fill this space with empty words,
or thoughts I bury within.
Bare and naked, the space now conflicted.
Housed by mere fiction, or cunning intentions.
I’ll speak what comes first, whichever shows first.
Never saying what I truly mean.
Staring at this crowded screen,
I hear my words now mumbling.
Fumbling around the page,
whispering my deepest emotions.
While letters grace this humbled surface,
Sharing thoughts composed with purpose.
Beneath this space where emotions are kept,
Locked in a vessel so bounded and wet.
I’ll vow never to dispose of these words again,
Plastered upon this jumbled page.
Never to see light, my feelings kept within.
A. Mancini