Honor Students Cheat More Than Anybody 

I hate dating. I hate the way people date now. I just want to be with the person I’m going to be with. I just want to know who I’m going to marry and start working towards building that life together. People nowadays date recklessly. We treat each other like we are trying on shoes: no matter how well something fits we still want to see how we look in something else. I want no part of that.

i wonder whose arms i would run and fall into, if i was drunk in a room with every person i have ever loved.

I can’t stop thinking about this post.

January, The feeling of your sheets against my skin is the only thing that gets me out of my bed anymore. February, My birthday passes, the little Pisces girl with too much love in her heart, you don’t call me. March, They say spring is coming but it snowed today, I’m losing hope.  April, The word therapy comes up a lot in conversation but I never go. May, I walk into the woods a lot and try to lose myself, I know it too well, I decide to get high instead. June, The men that drink at the bar squeeze my ass when I give them their bourbons, I let them, they tip better than anyone.  July, I love my tan skin and the feeling of the sun against it, I’m happy until the night gets dark. August, I see you at the gas station filling up your Jeep, you smile, I buy myself a pack of cigarettes. September,  I quit smoking because he says I’m too pretty to die young, I disagree. October,  It’s getting cold again and he is not you, but sometimes I can still pretend he is when he’s pulling my hair. November,  I don’t remember much but the taste of liquor, and the sound of the door slamming when I leave him.  December,  I forgot what your voice sounded like until I answered your call. You ask if I’m okay, I ask what you mean by that.

A year spent missing you (via weallwritealong)

SKATE/URBAN

“When did it start?”

I should get a medal for not having killed my father thus far.