Stop Getting So Goddamn Comfortable.

Go Ask Alice

Pillow Thoughts

In the hallways in school, it was a competition to see who could avoid who the most. Who could give the most backhanded eye contact possible. Their clothes were in different colors. Their music sounded different. Their weekend nights were spent completely differently. He spent his weekends on trail rides through the mountains on a horse. She spent hers going to parties in random people's basements. They couldn't be any more different.

No matter what they were doing, there was music blasting in their ears. It was not the same music. No. Each one was listening to different beats. Different basses were playing in their ears. Different sounds. But it was always playing for them. It meant so much to both of them. They could not live without it.

Opposites are always said to attract, but maybe opposites are not always completely different. They were alike in ways they did not even know. Maybe that is why it wasn't a huge surprise when he smiled at her and they finally spoke their first words since elementary school.

all you had to do was never say those three words to me.

I never would have been staying up all night.

I never would have had those phone calls with you.

you had me smiling at my ceiling at three in the morning.

now you have me crying into my pillow at three in the morning.

none of this would have happened.

if those three words never would have left your mouth.

“I love you.”

Fan fictions make foster care look like the dream life, it’s not. It’s horrible. There’s so many rules and invasion of privacy.