January 2010
December 2009
i won’t say one single thing, until we can get this right, i’m moving on.
i’ve given alot of thought to the nights we used to have, the days have come and gone, our lives went by so fast.
thewordsalloverme:
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together. But if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being a human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may...
I’m so angry, I wanna punch you in the face, only because I wanna be the one. Fuck.
I fed my leopard print obsession today. In leopard print, I now own: flats runners heels a phone mock bed shorts a bra stockings a ring two bags two clutches and a rubber duck Oh my, love.
I wish you knew exactly what I was thinking. I wish you knew how long I’ve spent thinking about this. I wish the words would come out of my mouth, but I can’t explain anything, I bet you couldn’t either. I relive each night, and I imagine new ones. I like the litte things, the things you probably unconsciously do. I’ve decided to put my all into everything, you’ve...
I wish you wrote to me, about me, for me.
but now i’m not an artist, i’m a fucking work of art
