you never see it coming, you just see it go.

Our presence is always in our daily routine. Seems like I’m imprisoned in your arms, and enslaved to your lips. I’m just not very good at goodbyes.

I fucking hate you

Shit isn’t going the way it’s suppose to right now, doesn’t mean it won’t get better later on. I just hate that my life is delayed from all he mischiefs I did in my past. My life is held back another year, fuck.

I’ll fully never understand the emotions you went through, but I still want to hear your past. Late night talks, 80s music in the background, talking til the birds start singing outside and til moon chase the sun away, it seems just like any other night, but this time was just perfect. It’s 5:30 in the morning, and I just can’t stop thinking about you

Anyone who is way too sensitive is not attractive at all.