"Promise me you won’t cry, this is our last goodbye… I can’t be your friend so this is the end."
"Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing."
"I have this hope that maybe I could find my escape by cutting open my skin, and bleeding out this sadness within."
"I want to spend October with you, because it’s
my favorite month and happens during my
favorite season. I wish we could aimlessly
walk around a forest and with each leaf that
falls from the branches above, we fall a little
more for each other too. While hand in hand
we can crave the smell of warm coffee and
cinnamon muffins on a chilly morning, we
could feel the autumn breeze brush against
our skin and the goose bumps we get, we
won’t be able to tell if it’s from touching each
other’s skin or from the wind being too cool.
When we lay in bed you’d have the hardest
time moving an inch away from me, because
I’d want to be skin to skin every minute.
These lonely summer nights without you make
me crave the fall, and crave the season of
death in the hopes that maybe this loneliness
would die too, and you’d appear by my side.
I can’t tell if I love the night too dearly, or
hate it too passionately. I think I’d adore
it if I got to sleep next to you every evening,
and I think that I’d enjoy the sunset more
watching it hit your face than actually
seeing it say goodnight. I just crave to
spend time with you, I do."
"Your opinion on weed means nothing if you’ve never smoked it."
"No shit I’m strung out! If you’d seen half the shit I saw you would be too. This world’s a shity place and if doing the things I do makes this shit hole the least bit shinier who the hell are you to judge? Mr. Can’t look his wife in the eyes. Nothing to say now? Thought not you prick."