I find it really entertaining how someone sent me an anon message talking shit about me, yet it involved things that I don’t make public and have never posted about on this blog. So said person must know me in real life and be relatively close to me.
Oh hey I have internet again, after three months.
So here I sit celebrating on tumblr.
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think."
- Blocklava (via 1129x)
- Marvin King (via bruisedbbygirl)
- (via thosewhowork)
Basement - Crickets Throw Their Voice
If it all worked out we would live in a different house.
We would live in a different town.
This is a brand new start; clear body, broken heart.
I’ll come visit you when I get the chance.
Breathing’s not easy when you’re underwater.
I am drowning and you’re keeping me under.
Close your eyes, sleep outside. it’s warmer than in here.
I’ll be fine, I’ll run and hide. I wish I could stay here.
You’re still in my head. my mind’s convinced that you never left.
I’m counting down till I see you next.
I still compare everything to your silhouette.
How can I forget what is perfect?