I get drunk with the idea that you’ll actually fall in love with me.
I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
Drink, fuck, spew… telephone you.
There comes a day when you realise turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realise there’s so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on.
I like her,
She looks evil,
And i want to make her scream my name.
I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards.
So is it summer yet orrrr??
Just fucking tell her. Right now. This is your sign.