fabricatormistress:

my cuddles also involve compulsory makeouts

So now I see what I really meant to you all these years.

There I was hidden in your little brown shoe box bound tight with duct tape and broken promises. 

Every now and then when you’d get lonely you’d pull out that box and you’d hold me tight. Tell me, “I love you. More than anyone or anything. I always have. Don’t you see that?” But no. How could I see that when I was your secret? Your embarrassment. Your last resort. The one you turned to in your bad times and forgot during the good. Just a phone number buried deep in your list of contacts and even deeper in your memory.

Still, faithfully I waited. I believed you when you whispered things like, “You and me forever, babe.”

How fucking naive. That’s the way with love. You want it SO BAD that you’re willing to ignore the voice in the back of your head screaming SOMETHING IS WRONG. DON’T TRUST IT. 

That smile literally crippled me like a spider bite radiating poisonous love into my heart. I never even got to hold your hand.

Now she appears out of no where and everyone knows. You tell her all the things you told to me, aloud for everyone to hear. Your ears ring with  love songs, all the ones you told me you hated. “She’s my world. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone! No one has ever made me this happy!”

So here I sit in your shoe box collecting dust. 

Saddest part is… though I hate it I’ll probably still be here when everything goes wrong again and you decide to pull me back out.

xx

shavingryansprivates:

do you ever have a friendship crush on someone where you just really wanna be their friend but you’re afraid to talk to them

Oh hey welcome to my life >.>

wendymabelaraneaprenderghast:

the-only-romance:

tomwaitsforme:

PLEASE DON’T IGNORE THESE

#they tear gassed an emergency room #they’re rounding people into subway stations and tear gassing them #please read up on it #pretty please be aware of what’s going on