detonation

She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands.

I’m almost completely packed for New York

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

You can’t change the past but you can alter the future.

One day you’re going to wake up and miss me so much. You’re going to miss the little text messages I send you. You’re going to miss how I use to worry about you. You’re going to miss how much I loved you. One day, you’re going to miss how you actually had someone that wanted you.

Turning you on turns me on.

there are billions of eyes in the world but only two that can make me drown