i hate the whole fucking lot of you.
you’ve got cold girl fever.
i get jealous of every fucking person that gets to see you when i just can’t.
i miss you.
i guess it wasn’t important enough.
I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a...
feeling this way for no apparent reason.
And I am more than these bones I feel love, I feel alone I just wish you would come home