I used to be friends with this one person and then it got awkward between us and now whenever I see their face on facebook/tumblr, I get pissed because I hate them now.
Stupid shit. He wasn’t all that great anyways.
All the different hair colors and looks I’ve gone through the past year O__o
Sup followers ^__^ it’s 70 degrees outside today in Denton, Texas. And I’m diggin’ my outfit of the day!
I can’t help that I miss you so much. I can’t help any of it. The longer we are apart, the more clingy I become. Because I know the smell of your scent. The scent that lingers around my nose when I bury my head into your pillows early in the mornings when our eyes are cracked open. The scent that ensures my safety in your arms. Your scent. The familiar scent from your skin when you hug me close and my nose is pressed against your cotton soft shirt. I miss the feeling of your breath against my neck in the middle of the night when you’re passed out from a long day of doing nothing. I miss the sound of your snores when you’re deep in your slumber and I’m awake thinking about how lucky I am to be yours. I love those moments of bliss. When I get a chance to lay with you for days on end and spend countless hours laughing about small things that doesn’t even make sense. We are so young, but I feel like my feelings for you can carry us for centuries. When I’m buried beneath earth’s heavy dirt filled with years of experience within them, next to your hollow bones whispering to me that we are still together, I can finally be at peace.
But being apart from you, leaves me restless. I miss you.