Yours is the kind of music I would fall in love to.
listening to your song. I don’t know why you aren’t famous. You are amazing.
I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering...– Elie Wiesel (via thenewwomensmovement)
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...– William Shakespeare (via no-ideaisoriginal)
I am going to use you tonight.
When my head hits that pillow it is going to replay all the times you kissed me on the forehead not because my forehead is the same height as your lips but because I make you want to kiss me whenever I sink the ball in mini golf.
This is ridiculous.
You do not have permission to take over my head. Please vacate the premises immediately.
I am not good at this
I am not going to be good at this. I refuse to be good at this. Admit it. You do it too. You play it cool. And you tell whoever will listen that you are not the jealous type. But really it’s just because you haven’t met anyone worth being jealous for. I haven’t felt this much jealousy since, well I have never felt this kind of jealousy before. That deep seeded feeling that sits...
Him: well at least you’re not one of those tree hugging hippies. Me: I like trees. Him: Oh my god you are. Him: Hmmm I probably shouldn’t tell you I hate trees then. Me: I probably shouldn’t tell you I hate you then.
You keep telling me we won’t work so why do you keep me hanging on?
You are all of my favourites in one
Steven Morrissey has a song for everything I feel. In the same way that Thomas Eliot has a poem for everything I feel. In the same way that M&Ms has a flavour for everything I feel. In the same way that Crayola has a colour for everything I feel. And right now There is a light that never goes out in the lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock and it’s Peanut Blue.
I made a promise I can't break
He asked me not to ruin him. I don’t even know what that means but I cried. And I promised him that I will never ever ruin him. And it hurt because this means I can’t ever break my promise even if he ends up ruining me and I’m too scared to get ruined. I don’t want to be broken. I’m already made up of broken pieces glued together hastily. But I can’t think of...