December 2010
rhode island tomorrow morning.
i am out of my head excited to see alex.
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on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year that Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born...
on a scale of one to ten.
how lame am i for loving vanilla twilight?
you are an absolute fucking idiot.
“The worst crime is faking it.”
– Kurt Cobain (via itsarielbitches)
“It’s easy to love the snow because at the end of every snowstorm it’s as if the...”
– Andrew McMahon (via andthenjennsays)
and in that moment,
i swear we were infinite.
new years resolution: go to therapy.
GOT INTO CLARK.
i have no idea what i'm supposed to do.
and it’s making me sick.
please don't leave.
you’re the only reason i’m staying.
ALEX I LOVE YOU.
no ambiguity.
i miss that night.
i shouldn’t miss that night.
well, maybe this is sad but true.
I am the only reason for my unhappiness.
make it stop hurting.
your hate is absolutely toxic.
don’t preach it.
“We are born to believe we can’t change a thing, we can’t and never could. But...”
– John O’Callaghan (via neelloc)
clare, stop.
guess if anyone wants to date an unstable, insecure, emotional wreck who cries all the time? hint: they don’t.
