Why would anyone want to settle for a small town girl with eyes too big for her heart?
Jack is not real. But neither am I..... I am fragile, I am strong. I am masqueraded by my peers, I am hopeful. I am ignorant. Mostly, I am ignorant. I am regretful, I am forgettable. I am shunned, I am awarded, I am praised. I am thankful. No one would believe what goes on in my head and what doesn't. I'm filled with complexes. Sometimes I think my friends aren't real. This is me. I'm awful at being honest. I get overwhelmed. But I try. So; Let's try this again.
Why would anyone want to settle for a small town girl with eyes too big for her heart?
(Source: deadxstop)
He stared devilishly
She smiled sheepishly
He knew it would hurt
She knew it would hurther
He knew the risk
She knew the reward
He sent a kiss
She pushed him forward
He grinned deeply with delight
She motioned to him
He turned out the light
She giggled slowly
He watched her undress
She thought for a minute
He took off the rest
She awoke in pain both superficial and deep
A pain that for weeks would keep her from sleep
She regretted that night
She regretted his stare
to awake and find her sister not there…
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Jill
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We do not remember days, We remember moments.
I should probably learn to live by this a little more. But I’m foolishly in love with numbers, I’m smitten for dates but lately I’ve fallen forward for forgetfulness.
This is my day, this is my moment, this is my memory.
Now watch me fuck it up beautifully.
(Source: musicformyfuneral, via luna-si-trova)
He’s my life vest
my anchor
without him I’ll float away
He knows the right ways to say things
all the (w)right things to say and
the right order to say them.
He is the moon shining through any darkness
He does not pick me up from the bottom
He teaches me how to life up myself.
He is the waves on my shore-
coming and going
but never for long
He is my hope when things get dim.
He is the sun when things get cold.
He can make me feel again
He can make me feel again
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He can make me feel again
He is my lifevest
my anchor.
Walt Whitman
is
inspired
Dear Jack-
I’m sorry but this is what I have to do. I hope this distance does not kill you. I hope you understand that it is what I need to do. I hope this distance is killing you.
Because it isn’t killing me. You put all your strength into looking strong and not enough into being strong.
Downfall.