Clamor
And all I can do is sit in the kitchen and cry, nostalgias going to be a cold bitch when you’re gone. I love you and I’m so thankful that you’re happy.
4 months ago • NotesFour hundred and twenty characters or less
You see, I thought I was doing the mature thing by giving y’all what you want, by leaving you alone and responding with “I fucked up, were not friends anymore” like you asked. But seeing people I was on somewhat alright terms with in association with familiarity and having them tell me they know how I am because you’ve laid it down for them; doesn’t sit well with me. I guess all I can say is grow the fuck up, learn to handle your liquor, and keep your mouth shut. I may be pathetic, but at least i know it and don’t look desperate.
6 months ago • NotesENFJ
Songs that start with a sad sigh that you can’t really hear unless you have the right headphones tend to be my favorite
7 months ago • 0 notesI’ve been trying to get back to the center
i dont think its a good idea for me to be around people for awhile until i can smile about everything thats happened instead of feel a dull throb. i want a canary.
7 months ago • Notes
Eeexxxpppaaannndddiiinnnggg
wake up at 430am, work till 2pm, walk “home”, arrive to an empty apartment, warm beer, being single, try to go to sleep at 11pm, actually fall asleep at 4am, rinse; repeat.
8 months ago • Notes
