lmao just bought lingerie worth for 200 dollars just for some guy who doesn’t even like me
- no regrets tho
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It’s like I’m still holding on to something that’s not real but for some reason it’s still the only hope I have. Deep down I know it will never happen but I keep telling myself that somewhere down the road it might. It’s crazy I know but I don’t want to give up.
0I guess it’s pretty telling that you ignore me when you’re with him but answered his every message when you where with me.
0I can’t describe the feeling exactly, I can’t explain the duality of it all perfectly. All I know is my bones are aching to hold you, but my heart wants so badly to move on.
0All I wanted was to tell you a story of a woman who craved the passion of your fingertips
The sweet elixir of your lips, oh it could poison my heart
How the tender willow leaves echo my love , a love melody for your soul to enchant.
Thousand rosy dreams of you and me were nothing but a feverish blur
But all that is human slips away eventually including echoes:
A faint scent of warm mint, the shades of soft strokes, shadows of fond memories that rode upon autumnal wind.
Promises unfulfilled.
A. M.
5maybe you werent suppose to be in my life forever, and that’s okay. i just wished i cherished you a little longer.
3me: i don’t love him. we barely talk and i don’t even remember what his voice sounds like. we’re too distant for me to have any feelings for him
me, after consuming any media that involves a romance: it’s us. that’s literally exactly who we are. we were destined to be together. i’m the liz bennet to his darcy, the elio to his oliver, the-
11Sometimes we 😊 (smile) to hide ☹️ (sadness)…
Sometimes we 😀 (laugh) to hide 😢 (tears)…
0There is a moment
Between sleep and wakefulness
Where I still feel the happiness
From dreaming of you
A glorious instant
In which I can still feel as if
I belong to you
A hopeful second
That I cling to
For the rest of the day
And long into the night
Longing to be able
To hold you tight
2The way our breath fogged up the car windows that night. You’re my favorite what if
2I miss you in the morning;
I long to hear your voice
I miss you in the evening;
I wish I’d been your choice
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