tommy imma let u in on a secret
im lit as fuck rn
102 YEARS AGO
THEY’RE ALL SKELETONS FIGHTING IN THE UNDERWATER SKELETON WAR NOW
I’m sure they are very chill right now.
You might even say they’re…
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT
This post is a train wreckare you sure its not aship wreck
I will kill all of you
the titanic already took care of that
iT GOT BETTER
Oh boy I’m 24.
How does it feel? I’ll join the 24 club in February…
Feels like disappointing. I am not a magical school girl yet
I guess this means I have to call you senpai now….
Don’t worry senpai. Maybe you will become a magical girl when youre 25.
I wish I had an appropriate pic to use but I’m in mobile
"- (trm) daze of loving you (via acutelesbian)
Thursday, you read four years of my writing in one nite and I feel more vulnerable than I did when I wrote those.
Friday, you tell me I’m beautiful and my heart shakes so hard my ribs crack.
Saturday, you come see me at work and I try to keep my jaw off the floor.
Sunday, the first poem I write for you and the first time I’m ever thanked for it.
Monday, you tell me you’re taking me out and that it’ll be cheesy so to be ready. I’m still waiting.
Tuesday, you show up at my work again and tell me you’ll see me later. I try so hard not to kiss you.
Wednesday, I get drunk and you kiss me first, then apologize for if I regret it in the morning. I tell you I could never regret a thing about you.
Wednesday, I bring you a book of poems and know from that point on I’ll spend a lot of time doing all I can to make you smile.
Thursday, we cuddle on the couch at your friend’s house and I wonder if you can hear my heart banging against my chest.
Friday, you buy me flowers and tell me through a riddle. You’ll never know how much that meant to me.
Saturday, you call me at 1:30 AM and ask me to come over. I’d drop anything for you.
Sunday, Latch by Sam Smith becomes our song. You ask me to go to Myrtle Beach with you. This is the day I realize I’m going to fall in love with you.
Monday, your mom warns you about hurting sweet people.
Tuesday, I wait for two hours before you cancel plans. I get drunk and play sad songs.
Wednesday, you fall asleep on me watching Dear John and I try not to think about the quote, ‘two weeks was all it took,’ too much.
Thursday, we mess up your sheets until six in the morning and I ask you to be my girlfriend. It’s the happiest day I’ve had in a while.
Friday, you ignore me all day and then change your mind about me. It feels like grenades going off in my spine and I cry for the first time since December.
Saturday, you say you never meant to hurt me and I try to believe you.
Sunday, I tell you how much I miss you and you say we can be friends.
Monday, you text me first and I hate myself for smiling.
Tuesday, we don’t talk at all.
Wednesday, I write you a four page letter and throw it out.
Thursday, you ask if I’m still taking you to the Northern Lights. My veins ignite. Anything your heart desires.
Friday, we spend an hour talking in your dad’s driveway. You call me your girlfriend, kiss me all nite, and fall asleep in my arms.
Saturday, happy birthday. Please don’t change your mind again.
Sunday, I go through all of our old texts and cry. I try to find the pivotal point, when you quit being excited to talk to me.
Monday, I tell you I miss you and you don’t say it back. I pretend not to notice.
Tuesday, I don’t let myself text you again after you stop, even when your Facebook tells me you’re bored. I talk about you all day.
Wednesday, I debate on sending you this and I think of how much you used to adore my words. Now you push them out like venom from your veins. I trip over my insecurity and stumble through my self-doubt. Don’t push me away. You’re so beautiful to me."