Apr 26, 2016
To the (inoppor)tune of you and I
You asked me to hold you, just once, this time I only held you just the once I guess we just ran out of time
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To the (inoppor)tune of you and I
You asked me to hold you, just once, this time I only held you just the once I guess we just ran out of time
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The Uninvitation
You never were a "love me tender" girl I promised you the world I swore my life and love and still It wasn't enough I never knew how to quit You were angry and hurting and so You hit me Right in the heart with words so strong they may as well have been cars Or some other metaphor for fucking painful I wanted so badly to be yours I waited and you dated I crawled on my knees like a dog for acceptance You told me I was always pathetic You were right I was pathetically in love with you A high school crush that ended in no time Turned into 3 years and no time for dating Turned into long nights and long days and waiting I was done being pathetic - I'd rather be nothing If I'm the "one that got away" Then why were you running? If I'm all you ever wanted Then why'd you keep choking? Fess up, admit it I don't know who you're kidding You don't know what you want And this end is just fitting My life was put on hold for you And we were friends again easily But now I'm getting over you And all you want is sympathy Your mind-games, your bullshit I think I've had enough of it I loved you, you lost me Now quit the pretending This chapter in our lives Is overdue on ending You're the only one you're fooling With a life of drugs and boozing You never were in love with me You just want your "misery" I'm done now, you're old news Go find a new "true-love" to lose
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I read an article about this a couple months back in a science magazine and literally had an anxiety attack just thinking about how those people will never come back home. Seriously creeps me out, I know it’s good for science but damn.
right??? this is such a risky thing why would you do that
what if they hate each other
WHAT IF THEY BOMB THE WHOLE THING BECAUSE THEY HATE ONE PERSON
you cannot trust people not to fuck things up
We sang almost lover like it wasn't a message (but it was)
Remember when we were awkward teenagers and we thought we were in love Remember when I told you I'd been hurt a lot and had a hard time trusting Remember when you pushed me to be sexual when I was still too skittish to even cuddle you Remember when we broke up and you called me on my birthday and told me I'd die alone Remember when we moved past all that and became actual real friends and spent as much time together as possible Remember when I really fell in love with you and all I wanted was for you to believe me Remember when I moved away and you refused to even come see me off Remember when I started talking to a girl who I believed really liked me Remember when I started to get over you because you told me you'd never love me and you were marrying a boy Remember when I came back to town for my birthday and you broke up with your boyfriend and asked me to kiss you Remember when I spent every night for three years thinking of you and begging everything in the universe that you would think of me too Remember when you messaged me on my birthday again and told me I was pathetic and sad and it was just really annoying and you were tired of dealing with me The day after you told me you loved me Again Remember when we were awkward teenagers and we thought we were in love Remember when we moved past all that and became actual real friends and spent as much time together as possible I remember it all I see it on my skin every day I want to remember when we started talking again and moved past everything I want to remember inviting you to my wedding and you showing up and us being friends again I want to stop remembering everything else I want to stop seeing guilt in the scars that I can't pretend aren't there I want to stop seeing the betrayal and the hurt that we've both caused I want to stop knowing you hate me and not understanding how I'm supposed to feel about you
I still cannot believe I am getting married in five months
Also I just realized the tumblr app forces you to write something in this box and that's a little odd I don't think it used to do that
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I will personally etch your memory into my skin You will see the proof You will see tattoos and wonder if and which one is because of you And I'll tell you now that you will be a part of me forever But I will never reveal it to you And you will drive yourself crazy wondering And hoping I'm driving myself crazy too I hope you know you'll be under my skin forever. And that's all you'll ever be.
Sometimes, a chill On the back of my neck And guilt And anger And sadness These are the things left of you and I Our friendship My love Your desire All of these things have expired In the wake of everything said and done We both have to deal with the facts That you were not the one That I was never enough We deal with things in different ways: I cried I screamed I agonized I drank... I moved on. You cry You scream You agonize You lie. You do not seek catharsis You trade honesty and trust For a strangers kiss And short-lived lust Reminisce when you're alone About love being something you haven't found Tell yourself over and over To believe that you never threw it out That you didn't do this to yourself To you and I You lie... But I still get that chill And the guilt And anger And sadness
The worst part of growing up is being disillusioned - realizing that the things you feared are coming true. Realizing that the people you love are also the people you don’t like. And realizing that the people you thought you loved became regrets and mistakes and guilt so strong, you’re nauseous with it. The worst part of growing up is realizing everything is exactly the way you promised yourself it never would be.