“You know what turns me on? Effort. Assurance. Show me you care. That you really want me. I’m tired of doubting whether people are coming or going.”
— personal (via yoitshenny)
“You know what turns me on? Effort. Assurance. Show me you care. That you really want me. I’m tired of doubting whether people are coming or going.”
— personal (via yoitshenny)
All I want to say is fuck you and fuck me and more
You have a girlfriend, but you fuck other girls. Do you feel bad? Because it looked like you did when we were tripping and you were crying saying that this felt wrong because I wasn’t her. But you still did it. You still did me. You did me wrong. You did her wrong. You did yourself wrong. You’ve made mistakes. And I don’t know if you see them as mistakes. It’s confusing. It’s also not in my place to say that you’re actions are mistakes because they aren’t mine and I don’t know what you want. But I hope you find happiness.
I think about you too much. I sure as hell know that you don’t think about me a fraction as much as I think about you. I don’t know why I waste my time with that shit. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen you at a low point. I’ve seen you cry. I’ve seen you vulnerable. And now that I look back at that night and you right now, I see that I’m not what you need and I probably won’t ever be. Because what I want from you isn’t right. I don’t encourage you to “do the right thing.” I encourage you to do the things that you probably try to forget at night when you go to sleep next to her. I’m not gonna do that to you anymore. I’m sorry for having done that to you in the first place.
spotify: there are 1500 genres on spotify
spotify: 67% of what you listen to is pop punk
spotify: maybe listen to something else?
me:
me:
me: *plays state champs again*
When Khalid says “maybe you weren’t the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be” hits me right in the feels man
But is it not the wind
That informs me when time
Ticks?
Time made known
Coming in from the east
Bringing pride and power
The west, we desire none
None but a poem
Careening on the pacific shore
I am more than a compass
a Northern Star
I am your guide
-H.A.I