December 2010
3 posts
truthfully I still think about things, and they still upset me. Sometimes I want to tell you what a stupid fuck I think you were for the whole thing. I think about you and her and it makes me want to break shit.
I cant get over this, I don’t know what else to do. Nothing has ever made me so insane
honeybee
I want to crawl under the covers and kiss him on the cheeks when its cold while the heat of his skin thaws my icy toes. I want to pick his hairs off my shirts forever. To be quiet next to him as our bodies turn to gold while the sun spreads like fire across the earth. I want to wear his shoes, put on his shirts and white rimmed glasses and see things the way he does. I want to kiss his hands as I...
