My roomies weren’t home and I had already driven all my stuff to Orlando and I was like “uhhh” so she made me out all my stuff in a storage closet outside and I had to carry all my stuff to the third floor alone and I’m exhausted.
Today I played laser tag with my friend (19) my cousin (11) and my sister (7) and you know who lost miserably? Me. Last place mothafuckas.
Here you guys, everyone needs a goat on their dash.
Wow thanks I’m happy I’m so pale so you can like my face.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
allsurethingsfall replied to your post:I guess I get really jealous when girls post about…feel dis so hard bc no one ever likes me for more than a week
I REALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND like we’re both pretty darn cute and i think we’re hilarious and have great taste in music like i’m sorry you can’t handle a cute sad girl. like you said before, we’re unique. it’s dumb ugh
hey if you like cute sad girls hit up me and jennifer