I realize now that when you ignored me for so long it was because you cared about me. You knew the of the affect you have on me. You know how weak I become when I talk to you. You know how I fall in love with you all over again.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
It really fucking sucks when you just care so much about someone and you can almost feel them hardly giving a shit about what you have to say
If I shave for you and you cancel our plans…there’s a 99.9% chance that you’ll be on top of my hit list
Sitting in a cafe listening to two men talk about past love, would you describe it as nosey or simply curious?
I FUCKING FIGURED IT OUT
THE ‘THE’ IS SIDEWAYS, RIGHT?
BECAUSE YOU READ THE THE WITH ALL THREE OF THE PHRASES
‘IMAGINE THE SKY’
‘HOW IS THE SKY’
‘TOUCH THE SKY’
IT’S STILL FUCKING STUPID BUT I FIGURED IT THE FUCK OUT
YOU ARE A FUCKING GOD AMONG MEN.