Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.
“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.
Real Friends | Lost Boy.
I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
Rudolf Bonvie - From ‘Dialog’, 1977
You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you.
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
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