Just jealous cause we’re young and love.
Your stomach’s filled up but you’re starved for conversation
And you’re spending all your nights growing old in your bed.
And you’re tearing up your photos cause you want to forget—it’s over.
First kisses, new stitches. Collar weekend, appearance ticket. November to remember. Night swimmers.
Sorry for such a miserable post but, fuck… It’s one of those days and no one (understandably) wants to talk to me when I’m having one of these days (well at least the people I want to talk to).
my friend likes to yell at people we drive by on the street “are you in love???” and the girl is always looks at the guy like “well, are we?” and the guy is always like “i am dead and in hell. i am in hell. this is hell and i’m in it.”
GPOY
The first cut stings the most…
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