“if that’s a joke, i love it. if not, i cannot wait to unpack that with you.” “do you believe in ghosts?” “good times aren’t always a good time, i’ve found.” “i never know how to react when a grown man beatboxes in front of me.” “sometimes the best way to stick it to the man is to go right between his legs, huh?” “i’m not always sure what’s a joke and what isn’t.” “i’m me. why would i wanna be anything else?” “and all this time i thought men couldn’t multitask.” “i am equally livid.” “i’m sorry, i have a real tricky time hearing folks who don’t believe in themselves.” “i am cute as a button and i can rhyme my ass off. god, it’s no wonder they want to destroy me.” “that’s not a compliment i’ve had before.” “you know what you do with tough cookies, donchya? you dip ‘em in milk!” “i used to think that was the funniest thing i’d ever seen, but then i just saw that, and now i’m gonna have to rethink my order of what i think is the funniest thing i’ve ever seen.” “you look like you’ve forgotten something.” “i don’t like being tricked.” “wow, you’re like, really, really bad at impressions, man.” “i know he’s trying to push my buttons, but i cannot be manipulated!” “i could push all of your buttons right now if i wanted to.” “it made me think of you. it’s strong and a bit prickly.” “you know, i’ve decided to not be scared of you anymore.” “come on, you wouldn’t have said something if you weren’t dying to show someone.” “i feel like a teenage boy. i can’t stop staring at them.” “wow, you really blew my brains out with those beautiful breasts of yours!” “enough. i’ve had it with your mind games and your stupid gifts.” “what you’re doing is irresponsible.” “for me, success is not about the wins and losses.” “it ain’t always easy, but neither is growing up without someone believing in you.” “i really enjoyed getting to spend this time with you.” “i’m done with you being a prick to everyone.” “i am a world class problem solver.” “oi. down, boy.” “i had a hunch you were going to pick this dress. and might i say, you are wearing the heck out of it.” “this is gonna be so uncomfortable.” “well, here’s an idea that’s gonna help a little or hurt a whole lot: who needs a drink?” “why is your face so close to mine?” “i don’t want to be alone.” “you looked so jealous. it was so cool.” “oh, you think jealousy is cool, do you?” “you do not want to judge this book by its cover right here, okay?” “you may think that you’re the only one who can see who he really is, but you’re not.” “will you stop being mad at me now?” “do you even know what you’re sorry for?” “being accountable matters.” “do you wanna go get, like, really drunk?” “you really don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” “it feels good to laugh.” “and this sharing of feelings is because i opened up to you? well, that’s a lesson learned.” “you can’t get mad! you broke up with me.” “what am i supposed to do? shower by myself?” “why be sorry? i think it’s all going rather smashingly.” “no judgement, but are you back with that twat?” “i’d kiss you on the mouth if i could reach those lips.” “i’m sort of famous for being almost famous.” “nice recovery. well executed.” “every day i wake up hoping that i’ll feel the way i felt at the beginning.” “that’s the thing though, isn’t it? if you’re with the right person, even the hard times are easy.” “i promised myself i would never quit anything in my life.” “i really wanted to be the one to comfort you, not break it to you.” “wow! that was on purpose, yes?” “we got ourselves a curse to reverse.” “that’s too many ghosts.” “we cannot fight them all.” “you’re a battler. it’s really hot. but maybe someday you should stop battling people who are just trying to help you.” “a lot warmer over there by the fire.” “you’re not always right. most of the time you’re an arse.” “i didn’t know i had abandonment issues until right now!” “i’m gonna tell you something, but then i don’t wanna talk about it ever again, okay?” “i could really use a bucket of coffee to nurse this hangover.” “you seem intent on going 12 rounds with yourself. why? what did you do wrong?” “so that’s how you get sex? by not trying for sex?” “you took off like it was a shit kiss, and it was not a shit kiss! i was on fire.” “why don’t you just come and tell me how you feel about it once you’ve figured out how to speak again?” “okay, this is my fucking nightmare.” “i like to give away joy for free.” “so, why should i trust this sudden change of heart?” “i believe some folks call it white knighting, but i’m just following my gut here.” “i’m gonna kiss you now. unless it’s gonna make you run away again.” “i thought we were friends. you had every opportunity to do the right thing and you never did.” “don’t deny it or pretend that you don’t know.” “can you just tell me i fucked up and then go?” “imagine doing something unforgivable to someone who doesn’t deserve it and then having to look them in the eye and tell them what you’ve done.” “i forgive you.” “you know, i think that if you care about someone, and you got a little love in your heart, there ain’t nothing you can’t get through together.” “there are a lot of surprises happening here.” “i think it makes me look how i feel: chill.” “you know what the little shit did? he forgave me.” “i lost my way for a minute, but i’m on the road back.” “i think men who feel sorry for themselves are so sexy.” “who put a firecracker up your butt and lit it?” “that was the sexiest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my life.” “i never know how to react when a grown man does the carlton in front of me.” “last night i had a nightmare that i was pecking you to death like a crow. i’m so sorry.” “this is why it’s hard to love you.” “oops, innit?” “it’s the hope that kills you.” “not everyone in your life is out to get you.” “what? thought you respected honesty.” “i think it’s the lack of hope that comes and gets you.” “i believe in hope. i believe in belief.” “i love you when you give a shit.”

i   will   go   to   war   in   a   𝐑𝐄𝐃   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒,   trample   your   𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘   in   high   heels,   look   for   my   𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴   stain   on   your   collar   when   i   lean   forwards   not   to   𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔   you,   but   to   whisper:   “   i      win   ”   |   ©

— how do i navigate this pain? // p.s.

#STILLMIDNIGHTS. i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser midnights become my afternoons when my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people i've ghosted stand there in the room. indie multimuse loved by holly | carrd | ©