I want to be famous
I want to be famous
“our problem is that you’re searching for me in others while i’m searching for you in them. we keep missing one another.”— blinded by our surroundings
i asked a girl today has she ever been in love. she slowly responded yes and so i asked if she still loved him and with the same tone she replied “yes, but I’m with someone else who i love.” and then i asked her if she felt anything towards him still … “i think about him everyday.” hmmm everyday. slightly tuning her out i speak over my own thoughts and into the room. “i don’t think you can ever fall out with someone completely, sure depending on certain circumstances but if the love was real … where can it go? where does it disappear to? i can’t imagine as to where it would go. there’s no hole one could dig that was deep enough to store the love someone has grown within them. you just can’t.” … “i think about him every day.” her words still stuck to my chest, engraving themselves into my heart. i heard the yearning in her voice and realized how difficult we make out ourselves to be. wanting what we can’t have, letting go of what we need. she walks off and i find my thoughts trailing back to you.
i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you
(via quietborderlineinfo)
Me: Fuck you I hate you ok go die I literally deserve so much better than this you’ll never fucking change stay gone 😒
Also me: Anyways after we’ve worked all this out I’m thinking like a fall wedding
(Source: thebpdevil, via quietborderlineinfo)
