𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

“i fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us.”

“when you spend so long trapped in the darkness, you find the darkness begins to stare back.”

“there are good days and hard days for me—even now. don’t let the hard days win.”

“if you were going to die, i was going to die with you.”

“you’re a real bastard, you know that?”

“there are different kinds of darkness. there is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. there is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. it becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. it is not wholly bad or good.”

“i’m thinking… i’m thinking i was a lonely, helpless person, and i might have fallen in love with the first thing to show me a hint of kindness and safety.”

“i am broken, and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”

“i would have torn apart the world to get you back.”

“i’m thinking that i look at you and feel like i’m dying. like i can’t breathe. i’m thinking that i want you so badly i can’t concentrate half the time i’m around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you.”

“i hope they all burn in hell.”

“the issue isn’t whether they loved you, it’s how much. too much. love can be a poison.”

“many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good.”

“did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

“you gave up on me. you were my friend.”

“life is better when you’re around. and look how lovely your handwriting is.”

“i know you—more than you realize, i think—and i don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on their ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on their ass while you were shredded apart—”

“come on. we don’t bite. unless you ask us to.”

“but i couldn’t… i couldn’t stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. i still can’t stay away.”

“i’d much rather you licked my wounds for me.”

“you decide your fate—your choices. not me.”

“i’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.”

“i heard you begging for someone, anyone, to get you out. i heard you say no.”