Wonderland

you / you are breaking him into pieces and slivers and mirror shards but he still smiles, because it’s you and he does not care if he comes undone and his stitches unfasten over his scars (because it’s you), and he loves you so deeply (how could he not, with his jaded vision and broken-glass-for-eyes?).

REBLOG.

I remember the way you used to text me at 3am asking if I thought vampires were real. I remember how you always hated the way your hair fell on Thursday mornings and would never let me tell you that it looked amazing. I remember what your nicknames were for me, and how anytime anybody else called me them, you got angry. I remember the way you used to chuckle at my idiotic jokes and the way your eyes disappeared when you smiled. I remember how your voice sounds and how you used to sing random pop songs mockingly under your breath. I remember every detail of your favorite sweatshirt, I remember every second we spent laughing at nothing in the middle of the night, and I remember how much you used to hate it when I spammed your phone with 103 texts while you slept, but I did it anyway. I remember the way it felt to love you, and I remember the feeling I got in my stomach when I realized you loved me, too, but in the end, I would still want to forget your name and every stupid inside joke we had and everything in between, because the memories of you only ever make me realize that I lost you and I still don’t know where things went wrong.