I like that he let me buy his bagel without arguing about the genders of paying. I like that he helped me clean off my car. I like that he likes bright eyes. I like that he wipes me off even though I'm gross and don't care. I like that he has good people for friends. I like that I'm close with a lot of the same people he's close with. I like that ( Read more... )

The first time I met you I was already happy, I wasn't looking for an escape. I could never understand why the first time I saw you, I had to look away, I felt my face go red, I don't believe in love at first sight and that bullshit, but all I could think is "why did my life just change?" My hands shook. After all these years, all the distance, you ( Read more... )

Life has destroyed me in such a surprising and amazing way. I feel dissected into these tiny little fits of passion, emotion, sadness, wholeness. I have the most unbelievable friends and family who would drop anyfuckingthing for me in an instant to stop me from feeling the smallest bit of loneliness, or sadness. I love them with all of my heart, ( Read more... )

I can't help caring about people but I know it will eventually destroy me. I finally remember what it is like to be scared. I know you won't, but please let me help you.

It's so weird and creepy when I actually remember that I have a past and that life wasn't always like this. I almost feel like a stranger or cutout of myself. I don't know exactly how to explain it.

yesterday i was driving to work and some truck carrying another truck cut me off, very close call, but fortunately i have a pretty good idea of my surroundings when i drive, and knew the car in the next lane was far enough back that i could run into that lane before trying my crappy ass brakes and killing myself. so i did, and cut the guy off a ( Read more... )

why am i so nice to people who don't deserve it when i have plenty of people that do? never again will i let someone treat me like i am worth less than i am. from now on everyone has one chance not to treat me like shit :), then they are done ( Read more... )

I wish it wasn't too late. I was wrong too.

it's 4 am, i feel like shit, and i have no one to call.

"when the smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks, you were a stroke of luck. we were a gold mine, they gutted us."