“Run away with me… I promise if you’re with me, say the word and we’ll find a way. I can be your lost boy, your last chance, your everything-better plan… Somewhere in Neverland…” I know my princess is out there looking for me… I hope she knows that I’m out there looking for her as well…
gcoky: babyferaligator: deaf people use sign language because actions speak louder than words and all this time i thought it was because they couldn’t hear
Holy fuck. You really can’t trust anyone but yourself. I can be sincere and have concern for others, but I can’t let someone in. Not until they’ve proved to me that they’re just like me: someone genuine hiding under a defensive façade, showing a glimpse of vulnerability every once in a while to test the waters, waiting for that special someone who’s virtues align...
I don’t have a single genuine friend who will be there for me…
A little something to get off my chest: [[MORE]] With a bittersweet tone, I say this with due respect the part of you who was there for me when no one else was. Your morals clearly aren’t the same as mine. At the very least, you could have been honest with me without turning the tables against me. It genuinely seems like you’ve trusted anonymous individuals more than you’ve...
Oh, how I want to hold someone’s hand right now. I long for the feeling when our fingers intertwine with each other…
Should I not be believing in love?
These nights have been oh so lonely….
And it genuinely feels like I’ve hit an all time low…
My next 11:11 wish will be for someone amazing. Someone who will love me as much as I will love her. Someone who will finally fill this empty, lonely hole in my chest. We’ll send cute texts to each other as we slowly fall more and more in love. We’ll fall asleep cuddling with our arms wrapped around each other. Some Friday nights, we’ll share a fine bottle of wine on a...
How to Ace a Test:
1) Drink Espresso 2) Repeat Step 1 Indefinitely
So he calls me up and he’s like “i still love you” and i’m like “which one are you?”
When it comes down to it, you’re with someone else. I still miss you and feel an all encompassing loneliness even when I have someone else around my arms. I guess this is what love really is: a phenomenon intertwined so deep and so complex into your head that remnants will still remain even years after you’ve left. I have a gaping hole in my chest. I truly wish I could be someone...
I want to love.
Till you realize it's just a bunch of lies.
I find myself buying expensive things as an attempt to allieviate my depression.
Still waiting for an angel…
I keep telling myself that I’ll meet the right one someday. But for now it’s really difficult being friends with you…
Life is slowly getting better. For now, I should enjoy the perks of being single, meeting new people, flirting and harmless fun. I’ve learned that one person’s definition of love is not necessarily the same as another’s. I’ve learned that sex and relationships don’t always go together. But most importantly, I’ve come to realize that there is someone out there...
Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who may never wear completely clean...– (via decoratedsilence)
You talked to me today for the first time in 3 months. Told me how you missed me, and how you wanted to be my friend again. And now I read your post about how lonely you feel. How you wanted someone there to comfort you. The emotions are coming back. Emotions that I thought I got over. My only true desire is to be loved. But with you around, I don’t think I could ever find someone to fill...
Tonight will serve as a gentle reminder that it’s possible to be loved.
The only thing want is for someone to fall asleep in my arms and make me feel loved.
Honestly? What do I expect? Constantly…
Theres something about these blankets… When I was home, I slept just fine. Now that I’m back at school, I feel alone under these sheets… Something about this blanket makes me think of you. It makes me think of the moments where you slept safely in my arms and made everything better. Oh how I would do anything to recreate those moments…
I guess this is not how life works.
It seems like both of us died a little on the inside. I guess thats what made us who we are today. The timing is off; it’s too late. You’re a different person now.
Why do I work hard and push myself through the tough times in life? The true reason behind my motivation is quite depressing… I’d like to believe that some day I’ll find someone amazing. I’d like to believe that she’ll wipe away all the pain in my life. She’ll reignite all the virtues I’ve given up on. She’ll be my best friend and I’ll be...
Take off your makeup and put down the camera. Choke on the drama that makes me want to tear up the pictures and pages you’ve saved. You’ve created this lie of trends and make-believe.
I’m slowly losing it.
She gets what she wants and she breaks what she gets…
rawr... i'm lonely... :/