“My only regret is that I didn’t tell enough people to fuck off.”— My 92 year old grandma. (via carteir)
Milk and honey “Outlook”
Little louder for the fuck boy in the back.
“You looked at me like a stranger because you were to embarrassed to admit to people you loved me One time you text me telling me how much you wanted to kiss me from across the room, but wouldn’t even come and sit next to me I told you I needed you to be mine and you said it was complicated and that I was too young to understand You told me you loved me through a text message and kissed me with your eyes open You held my arm so tight I could feel how much you wanted to crush my bones I knew that needing you so much would leave me in the bottom of a swimming pool and you in a bar laughing with your friends You shook my dads hand and talked about your car but you never told him about me You left me sitting alone on a train at 12am to your house because you were too scared we might have been seen if we got on the same one When I was sixteen we had our first kiss on the platform and you were too intoxicated with the fear of being seen than the taste of my lips In the car journey home you took all the back streets and dropped me five minutes from my house and left me to walk home alone We spoke about children and living together but you always doubted your own words We were laying in bed and the only thing that came out your mouth in the hour was “I was meant to fall in love with you, but I wasn’t meant to be with you” You started saying “I love you” instead of “sorry” but it soon became overused too One time you told me I wasn’t a priority to you and it became too inconvenient to make time for me I told my therapist about you, but you didn’t even know she existed When I was drunk after an argument I told you I couldn’t live without you and your response was “die””— - the times I should have left but I couldn’t
