when the conversation slows down or comes to a halt, that’s when I miss it.
‘twas a stressful and sleepless week and I just want to be at home already.
it is now at a point where I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. this “thing” has gotten into your head..not that i need you to, but i noticed that you hardly say hi to me anymore. so, so sick of it; snap the fuck out of it. it was such a relieving feeling today, to be able to vent (to each other) and he understood me, because i know there’s also someone else, not someone close, who feels this way. and, yes, things have been a little different for you lately..hopefully it’ll be better. :/
chapter dinner-
- Eric: so when we had entrees, I bought a chicken.
- Me: uh huh..
- Eric: and I just brought it to dinner.
Why are you singing me love songs
What good is a love song? What good is a love song, without the love
Why are we acting like lovers, we dont know each other
friends always cheer me up when im upset or feeling down. the tv show not the people
(via xcindaays)
(via fairytaleending)
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
(via cheeeeeeeea)
it’s only boring if you make it boring. :)
good night, back to sleep. hahah
and what happens when you are done? you don’t want to give a fuck, but you still fuckin do. does that mean i am done or not?
here’s to another week and the month of May.
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.
(via cheeeeeeeea)



