I’m the kind of person that once I love you, (as a friend or something else), I will always love you. You could put me through hell, be rude to me, avoid me, or whatever. At the end, I will be sad because I know deep down you are the same person I fell in love with. Months, years later, something will take me back to the time when we were once close; a scent, a film, anything. I will sit there sadly, and then smile, because I will remember who you once were. I will hope nothing but the best for you; because at the end of the day, I will still love you, even if you don’t love me back.
can I have your mom
have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.
me to Dylan and Austin
I live in a really bad neighborhood and my friend came over and we heard gun shots and she was like “ooh fireworks” and I just smiled and nodded.