Your high pitched voice makes me want to kill myself. It makes me smile, though, that when you think I’m making notes, I’m actually writing about something stupid you’ve said. e.g “Too slow, Jose.” What? What is that?
now it's just like, it caught zombie and accidentally bit some people unworthy of tumblr and they're just eating the brains (figuratively, because these people don't actually have brains) of other sucky people who are getting tumblr now, too.
You think he’s your friend, but really, he says all kinds of shit about you behind your back. The truth is that he’s my best friend, and doesn’t care about you. But whenever I hear him say that kind of stuff, I have my doubts aswell.
Sometimes I wish that you weren’t so difficult to decode. Sometimes I wish you spoke in sentences rather than ideas. I wish you chose your side of the fence and kept it. I wish I knew where you stood. I wish you were easier to disregard and I wish you weren’t so goddamn adorable. I wish you spoke your mind without shame. I wish you were like a book; so easy to read and so easy to close. I wish I wasn’t wishing for a single one of these things right now. I wish I didn’t have to.
"I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to." I keep waiting for the answers to come to me, even though I know them. I’m too in love to let this go.