i’m genuinely concerned that no one will fall in love with me
*dies trying to hit the high notes in Chandelier*
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
friend: *turns on country music*
me: can you chill
And while you’re off fucking your new girlfriend, the ditzy stoner with a bad dye job. I hope memories of me hit you like a train. I hope you remember that I was the one that talked to you all night when your grandma died and it was me that held you in my arms on the days where all you wanted was to be dead to the world. I hope you remember when we made KD in our underwear and that you kissed me while I was sitting on the kitchen counter. I hope you remember that I was the one who sat through those horribly made horror movies with you just to make you smile and that I was the one who listened to you rant on and on about how much of an asshole your dad was. I hope you remember that I was the one that convinced you to quit smoking cigarettes and that I was the one that always accepted your dumb apologies. I hope you remember that it was always me. You know it was. I hope you know that it was always you too. I hope you remember that I loved all of you. I hope you know it was exhausting. But above all, I hope you’re happy.
why do people fuck with other people’s feelings
its not ok
its not right
this bothers me so fucking much holy shit
why get someone’s hopes up and then bam u leave
stop treating good people like they’re a piece of shit.
when someone stops talking to you and youre not sure what you did wrong