God I feel fucking blatantly ignored by all of the people I know. I can’t tell if everyone is just busy with their lives, or they are all collectively gaining a disinterest in me.
You too… I know this must be hard for you, being so far away. But Jerritt would be proud of you for being a strong person. I know you two were close. Are you coming to the service on Saturday?
What the actual fuck
WHEN U TRYNA TAKE A PILL AND IT TOUCHES YA TOUNGE AND U TASTE IT
white boys sexting like
I’m laugHING SO HARD what is this FROM
(I assume this is the same anon from before, and if so my point still stands that if you want to tell me who you are, there will be no bad blood if there was before, i understand if not though) and we haven’t found the cause, but we do know he passed away in his sleep.
the last time i was at the beach was with you.
you didnt hate me then.
and i dont hate you now
your bus came on August 10th, 2014. you lived up to everything you said you would live up to.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
I remember I cried over this like a baby.
When I think I have cried over every possible thing on earth I discover it’s not true
Nothing could have described our time together more perfectly. I’ll see you in the next life, love.
my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”
and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night
I thought about this today. I would take being selfish over you being dead any day.
Ill get over you, and stop taking everything you say, even passive aggressively, to heart. I’m still ok with you being upset with me just for the sake of being upset, and who am I to say your feelings are false, but just remember I care. And I always will. I hope your doing well.
i know……. i know…… my love.