Wounded-writing - Erased Memories

Why do I continue to make myself look like an idiot even after you've left and I've stated to fall away?

I don't want this to end

I wish my crush asks me out. It's cliche I know, but he does make me really happy more than 50% of the time and he's the only one I've talked to since my best friend left for the army. I hope this works.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Your touch is like electricity on my skin. I jolt at the feeling of your hand on my back. It makes me feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time, and I crave it when we are together.

You are my drug

You help me see the world in color.

Before, it was all black and white

“I love you.” The only thing I’m absolutely sure of in this messed up world. And I hope the same doesn’t hold true for you because the light in your eyes is too bright to be dimmed by falling victim to this thing called love.

It has destroyed so many

I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.

My wounds start to heal around you

"Your smile is just as beautiful as the first time we met."

2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

"Everything I let go of to forget you came back the second you said 'hey'."

-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-Writing)

I still look for you during my games even though we ended it months ago.

On the court or bench

Sitting in complete silence with you isn't awkward anymore. In fact, it brings me great joy in knowing that just my presence is enough for you. And that we don't need to do anything of extravagance is a comfort of its very own.

While you slept with your dog