How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
i remember when my ex told me not to talk to girls that liked other girls because he was worried that i’d like them back like what a nerd how were you that insecure that whole relationship was just mind boggling good thing i ended it
Tomorrow could be the someday, you’ve been waiting for.
Do you ever have something so good but then everything and everyone is just trying to rip that away and then you have to try and fight so hard to keep it because you refuse to let it go
If I’m extra sarcastic with you it probably means I’m flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can’t handle your shit
Have fun figuring out which
ohmygod i just sent this to my math teacher instead of my final my life is over oh god why
I just got an email back from my teacher
And I scrolled down and
their whole relationship is basically one of Mitt Romney’s nightmares.
when ppl write “i probably hate you” in their tumblr descriptions
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.