the feeling of love can be so amazing but scary at the same time
my dad basically says your early 20’s are when you’re too young for anyone to take you seriously and you’re too old for anyone to feel sorry for you and he is 100% right
The sophomore year of life
Missing you is like a constant stomach ache.
It’s getting late, as the moon gets brighter, the world gets bigger and I feel smaller. I know how it goes because it’s been three months since you left, and although I’m getting better, it’s midnight and the sick feeling in my stomach is back.
Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing’s wrong, but every breath hurts.
Breakups are harder when they’re not bad. I wish I had a reason to hate you, to move on. But I don’t, I miss you more than you possibly understand.
Months later you fall asleep still healing from where he burned you with his fingertips. Months later you still think about his lips turning you into liquid. Months later you still think about his teeth grazing your neck. Months later you delete his number.