(Source: kayayarray, via westcoastthinspiration)
(Source: kayayarray, via westcoastthinspiration)
Where do I sign up for the Matt Lewis School of Overcoming Awkward Puberty?
Neil Gaiman (via oceaniceyes)
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| me: | this is a bad idea and will only make me sad |
| me: | okay let's do it |
Dear Dennis,
I still think of you.
Dear Dennis,
dear Dennis, I still think of you.
Dear Dennis, dear Dennis,
I still think of you
I keep your photos in a box
Each one still in its frame
(Source: propernarrative)
A friend once wrote how she heard me the most at night, because that’s when I write the most.
And it’s true, I do write the most at night.
I like the night. I like how it’s quiet, and lonely, and so very misrepresented in most pieces of pop culture.
The night, in books and movies and such,…
Love me like you loved me when you loved me and you didn’t have to try.
Remember when we were little and everything seemed possible and then one day we grew up and everything didn’t seem so possible anymore.
I still believe in you.
Is it very lonely? He asks, arms encircling his knees as he rocked back onto his heels, not quite letting his bum touch the floor. Only if you let it be. She replied.
And maybe all I want is for you to be doing whatever it is that you’re doing in your own room, but in this room.
Even if it’s sleeping, becauseI promise I won’t bother you tonight. Cross my heart. Pinky promise.
Cause I mean, you can’t break a pinky promise, that’s serious shit man.
I wish I knew the combination to this suitcase heart
And oh these bones they creak so loud.
I remember when we were little. And you, god, you just believed in everything. But more than anything, you believed in love.
You thought that love was the greatest thing since Scooby Doo. And that’s saying something.
And me, I remember that even as a 7 year old I didn’t buy into that crap….